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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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↳ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader

↳ notes: sfw, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, boys really do suck sometimes and i need daichi to make it all better

↳ wc: 1.5k

↳ tagging: @briokayama, my #1 ride or die daichi fucker/suga kinnie 🧡

You were sitting outside on the steps when you heard the shuffle of feet and a familiar voice behind you.

“There you a-“ Daichi stopped dead in his tracks as you quickly wiped the tears off your face with a frown. He softened his voice and started over. “Hey,” he said as you turned your head, trying to avoid his gaze. “You okay, (y/n)?”

Without looking at him you shook your head no.

“Can I sit down?” he said, nodding at the vacant space on the step.

Still trying to hide your face, you nodded, sniffling.

Daichi set his bag down and you inched over to make room for him. He smelled nice. He always did. Even after practices and games he somehow managed to smell good.

“You wanna talk about it?” His big brown eyes looking after you.

“No,” you said quietly as you wiped a fresh tear away with the back of your hand.

“Would it help if I just sit here with you?”

He was always so nice. And attractive. Too bad he was already taken.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence together for about 30 seconds before you caved.

“I’m so fucking done with guys!” You turned to look at him, his eyebrows raising when your forlorn expression had been replaced by one of anger. “Why do they all suck so fucking much? Not you Dai, you’re cool. But why do all the other guys suck so hard? It’s like they do shit knowing they’re gonna fuck with a girl’s feelings without even batting an eye! Well I tell you what, I’m going on a dating strike! The next guy who wants to try to get one over on me? I’m not even gonna give him the time of day! See how he likes that! Rejection’s a bitch, ain’t it, asshole?” you said out loud to the hypothetical guy.

Daichi just sat and let you rant, nodding and shaking his head at the appropriate moments.

“Or! Maybe what I should do is act interested and give him the time of day just to yank it away from him. Like, sike bitch!�� you said to the hypothetical guy again. “You know what I’m saying?” Daichi nodded with a furrowed brow. “Like bat my fucking eyelashes at him and giggle and shit, text him back and forth for a few days and then when he’s all…” Daichi raised his eyebrows in amusement when you did your best dude voice. “...hey girl, I like you a lot. You’re so cool and smart and amazing and beautiful. Let me take you out this weekend…” You resumed your normal voice “I’ll be like mmm NAHHH I just like you as a friend and friendzone his ass! Only worse cuz it’ll be a fake friendzoning!” You growled and propped your chin on your palm.

Daichi hated that you’d been taken for a ride by another shithead, but he thought you looked so cute looking off into the distance with your cheeks puffed out.

“Listen, (y/n), before you completely write off guys let me set you up on a blind date.” You looked at him like he was crazy. “Hear me out!” he said, holding up a finger, still red from the spiking drills he'd just left from.

Way you saw it, Daichi was your friend. When you met him, you’d only been at Karasuno for a couple of days after transferring from another school. You were in the same classes together, and he’d been the first of your new classmates to introduce himself and show you around. You learned that he was captain of the high school’s volleyball team, which didn’t surprise you given his uncontrived charm and the way people naturally followed him. Those things quickly became two of several reasons you found him irresistibly attractive. It really sucked that he was taken.

“I’m listening…”

“I know someone who I think would be really into you.” Your heart dropped, but it only made sense. He was taken. Of course he’d try to set you up with some other guy. But you trusted his judgment and figured what the hell.

“Go on…”

“Let me set something up and get back with you on it, okay?”

“Daichi,” you said with a pained expression. “I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. If you don’t like him or he breaks your heart, I’ll personally make sure he’s held accountable!” he said, rubbing his hands together.

You grinned and nodded. “Okay…”

“You trust me?”

“I trust you.”

“Alright. I’ll text you with the details later.”

⁎⁎⁎

You’d just crawled into bed and were about to set your phone on the nightstand when Daichi’s text came through.

Daichi: You know the art exhibit that’s in town this month?

You: yeah?

Daichi: be there Friday, 7pm. He’ll be standing next to the entrance holding a yellow daisy.

You: Are you serious? That’s so cheesy.

Daichi: Yeah well he’s kind of a hopeless romantic like that. But I know he’ll treat you right.

You: Okay, we’ll see.

Daichi: Let me know how it goes afterwards, okay?

You: yeah, okay.

You set your phone down and switched off the bedside lamp. You laid your head down with a sigh. If Daichi was friends with him, he must be a good guy, right?

[ friday 7:01pm ]

You slowly walked towards the small crowd that had gathered to stand in line for tickets, head slowly turning this way and that, looking for the yellow daisy.

He saw you first and was immediately taken by the pretty sundress you wore and the way you’d perfectly pinned your hair back to accentuate the most beautiful parts of your face and neck.

You spotted the daisy, your heart crashing against your ribs as your eyes trailed their way up to see what he…

Daichi?

He smiled at you as he swaggered towards you, that cute grin of his with his black hair softly framing his handsome face. You were confused as shit.

“Daichi? What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you on a blind date.”

You blinked. “Wh-...did he stand me up or something and this is your way of making it up to me?”

He took a step toward you and put the daisy in your hair. “I am him, (y/n).”

“B-but…you’re taken.”

He flinched and furrowed his brow. “I am?”

“Yeah, aren’t you dating Michimiya?”

His incredulous laugh sounded more like a fart as it vibrated off his lips. “Michimi-” he trailed off. “Seriously?”

“Yeah? You’re dating her, right?”

Daichi’s shoulders shook with laughter. “No? What makes you think that?”

You spoke of all the times you’d seen them in the hall outside of class talking. The other girl’s eyes were always filled with admiration whenever they talked, and Daichi would always smile back at her as they went on about their shared love of volleyball. You’d always envied her, but she seemed like a sweet girl. You didn’t fault her one bit for having a thing for Daichi. Hell, so did you.

Your crush, who you ironically assumed had long ago relegated you to the friendzone, shook his head. “She’s the captain of the girls’ team and we’ve only ever been friends and classmates. I know she likes me, but I like someone else.” He looked you up and down, his gaze traveling the length of your body.

“M-me?” you said meekly.

Daichi was starting to lose his nerve. He’d hoped you would’ve had a positive reaction by now - if he’d correctly read all the signs right from the beginning. The very first time he talked to you, your eyes sparkled. The same way they would when you discovered the poignancy in poetry, or the first sakura buds in the early spring.

But you were giving him very little to go on since spotting him a few moments ago. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

For the first time since you’d known him, you saw uncertainty flash in his eyes. “Yeah? Is that weird?”

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment before licking your lips. “Daichi…”

“Yeah?” he said, grimacing.

“Kiss me.”

His expression relaxed into one of comfort - the one you knew best. With a subtle smirk on his lips he placed a large, warm hand under your jaw and moved in so close that you could hear his voice in his breath when he said, “Can I?”

You nodded slowly and his lips descended on yours, softly moving against them as a quiet groan left his lips. His large hand stretched along your neck and shoulder as your fingers snaked their way into his dark brown hair.

Neither of you noticed when some of the people around you began to step back and aww at the making of the young, new couple before them. It was only when you both began to hear clapping that you became intensely aware of the fact that Daichi’s teeth were scraping along your tongue in front of a whole ass group of strangers.

You pulled back, breaking your kiss to look up at Daichi who was looking back down at you with wet lips. “Shall we?” he said, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth again.

“We shall,” you answered, smiling up at him.

You let him lead you into what would prove to be one of the most magical nights of your life, and he never let you down.

#daddy daichi #daichi #sawamura #daichi sawamura #daichi fluff #daichi comfort #daichi x f!reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq

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islandofsages · 2 years

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Hi! It's the Beidou anon! It was so cute btw, I loved it! ☺️

I think it'd be really funny if there was a ghost reader who decided to reside in a doll (that kinda looks like gouba) or something and decides to follow Xingqui and Chongyun, popping up at random times of the day to mess with them.

If I could be 🦇 anon I'd be honored! 💛 Thank you!

summary: in which you scare two boys into the friendzone.

characters: xingqiu + chongyun x gn!reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, crack? + fluff, xinyan is mentioned, fic format

warnings: haunted doll mention

author's notes: oh my god i have two emoji anons now holy shit even tho both of you probably left by now bc i take my goddamn time with writing LMAO anyways i finally!! finished your rq 🦇 anon!! thank you so so much for being patient with me and that you like my stuff enough to become an anon here 😭

word count: 1.5k

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Being a ghost is boring most of the time. Especially if you’re the type no one can see.

You usually spend your days idling by, phasing through anything and everything, save for solid terrain. Though recently, you’ve taken a liking to people-watching. Who knew humans could be so interesting? They live, they love, they laugh - they die, they hate, they cry. Particularly, you have been intrigued by a pair of friends who go by Chongyun and Xingqiu, the former an exorcist and the latter an heir to a renowned guild. Oh, all the things that humans do to leave behind a little proof…

The exorcist seems to always look bothered or bored and the young heir would try to cheer him up by pranking him. The pair is such a delight to watch, you thought. But on this specific day, you decide that you are going to eavesdrop on their little conversation instead of merely watching. Chongyun’s frown on this day seems more prominent than usual, which worries you somewhat. And as always, his chivalrous friend is by his side, in another attempt to trick him into an exorcizing gig.

“C’mon Chongyun, chin up! Tell you what, I heard that someone found a haunted doll near Wangshu Inn…don’t you wanna check that out? Wouldn’t that be fun? Usually you have to deal with regular spirits but maybe this one’ll be different!” Xingqiu tries to convince his friend, nudging his shoulders playfully. You can see the corners of Chongyun’s lips quirk up slightly, as if he’s trying his best to hold his smile back - or that he’s genuinely so down in the dumps that he can only manage what may be the tiniest smile in Teyvat (if it could be called a smile in the first place).

“It’s no use, Xingqiu. Every day feels the same. I wake up, I get a promising lead, then I arrive at the place only to be met with disappointment because either there never was a spirit in the first place or that I already scared it away with just my pure yang energy,” Chongyun complains as he brings his knees up to his chest and buries his face in them. Xingqiu sighs, his face unreadable. That’s when you realize that you yourself are somehow unaffected by Chongyun’s yang spirit…and that maybe you can help with his little crisis.

“A haunted doll near Wangshu Inn, huh? That may be worth looking into,” you whisper and grin to yourself. With that, you make your way to the aforementioned inn by dramatically flying into the sky and vanishing - not that anyone could see. But you just feel like being a little silly. Little do you know that “little” will turn into a lot soon.

You may have wanted to listen in more on the two’s conversation. You have no idea where the doll actually is and “near Wangshu Inn” is too general of a term. You’ve wandered here enough to know there’s another ghost who they call Dusky Ming but even she can’t see you. Literally nobody can see you, neither human or ghost, and it has left you questioning your existence for a while. But now you couldn’t care less; well, except you could. It does get pretty lonely sometimes after all.

“If I was a haunted doll, where would I be?” you say to yourself as you roam around the inn aimlessly. Though you have considered the possibility that you might just phase through this so-called haunted doll instead of possessing it, you never know until you try. You’re always trying too hard - but you can't exactly not try at all. So there you are, possibly searching for an item that may not even exist in the first place; but then you see it.

In a quiet and desolate corner of the inn, in the cramped space behind the huge watermill, you see a doll slump lifelessly on the ground. You expected a more human-like doll but instead, it looks like a teddy bear more than anything. It even seems a bit similar to that bear you see running around Liyue with his chef companion - Guoba is his name, isn’t it? And the chef girl is Xiangling if you recall correctly. Suddenly, you perk up at the thought of a new idea; what if you become the Guoba to those two boys?

“That is, if I can possess this thing…” you mumble to yourself as you near the doll; you now clearly see how battered and bruised it is. But you can give it life, give it joy, if only you can possess it. You hope to the Archons that you wouldn’t just walk right through it. And so you crack your ghostly knuckles and with a loud exhale, you purposely crash into the doll with all your might. Cue the confusion; you don’t really feel much different except…

Your gaze feels much more fixed than before. And that you feel much, much shorter.

“No way…I did it?!” you exclaim as you glance at your hands- I mean, paws. You start jumping up and down, absolutely thrilled that you successfully managed to possess an inanimate item finally and that you’re not a dishonor to the paranormals. You don’t worry about being spotted much - after all, there’s a reason why the doll was left there in the first place. Then you rub your cute little paws together mischievously; oh, you cannot wait for the exciting adventures you’re about to embark on in the future.

And the first stop is none other than the two boys.

The agenda for the first day of possessing an inanimate object: stalk the two boys and give them more than just a little fright. Call it a ghost’s instinct but you can’t fight the urge to just give them your biggest “Boo!” and see their cute little faces all pale and frightened. You giggle at the thought as you sneak from building to building in Chihu Rock, frantically searching for the two boys. The harbor’s been pretty busy these days, you notice; which left you with no choice but to parkour in the shadows. But you don’t mind - it’s been a while since you’ve felt this giddy.

You let out a short exhale when you see that familiar light blue cowlick poking out around the outer-corner of a restaurant - Wanmin Restaurant, to be precise. And when you turn that corner, to nobody’s surprise, you can see that Xingqiu is by his side. You swear to the Archons these two really are inseparable; but that is no hindrance, quite the opposite actually. You get to kill two birds with one stone or rather, prank two boys with one jumpscare. You giggle to yourself as you prepare to give them the fright of their lives.

“Boo!” you cry out as you jump out from your little hiding spot and sure enough, they copy you and jump also - except they do so out of shock. But then they begin to regain their composure a little too quickly for your liking, and they don't even turn pale! Maybe you are a disgrace to the ghost race…you begin to think so, until Xingqiu interrupts your (self-deprecating) train of thought.

“Woah, look at this thing! It looks a bit like Guoba, doesn’t it? It looks pretty beaten up though…” he comments, Chongyun tilting his head curiously at you in response. You aren’t used to the attention so of course you freeze in place. Even the chef guy there is starting to take notice of your presence, his face unreadable but you suppose he’s confused. Then to your dismay, Chongyun looks away but not before he gives you a bored look.

“You and Xinyan say that about anything that vaguely resembles a bear. It’s probably some stray that got lost in town,” Chongyun merely dismisses you, probably the result of many, many letdowns. Xingqiu lets out an awkward laugh and even the chef goes back to cooking as if you never appeared. You can’t help but empathize with Chongyun - it really does feel like every effort you make is just a waste of time. But, again, it’s not like you can’t not try.

So you try the same trick on the day after. And the day after that too. And so on.

Along the way, you’ve learnt the proper way to spook humans; hide in either a very obscure spot or in a very obvious one, as if hidden in plain sight. For example, one afternoon, you managed to somehow jumpscare the two simply by standing quietly behind them while they were walking down the street. Another tip is that spook them at night or at spots with barely any light source, i.e. Wuwang Hill. On one of your luckier days, you got to scare them at night and at Wuwang Hill - and in both cases, they seemed to walk home faster than usual.

But even then, you could tell that they were smiling while they ran away from you. Albeit you are a bit spooky, you are also a friend. A familiar face they’ve come to recognize over the days. And for that, you make it a habit to say your thanks to the Archons for granting you friends, finally.

Even a haunted doll wants friends, after all.

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divkazkdovikde · 10 months

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life update

(a vomit of random thoughts)

my insomnia is kicking again, and i’ll be sooooo fucking tired when they’ll call me to the work during the day. but. anyway.

guys guys guys. i’m manifesting so hard rn. i’m looking for flats with my friend, okay. and we found the prefect one. and we fell so much in love with that flat? like we would have each our own room? with a fucking french windows? (french fucking windows!) and it’s only a little over our budget? and an ideal location just between our unis? huh what really oh my god?

yeah yeah yeah

we absolutely must get that flat. we have a tour planned in a week, so we hope everything goes alright and they’ll rent it to us. we’re not the only ones who want that flat, but damn we hope we’ll get it. so, manifesting. everyone must manifest in our favor. oh i’m begging the universe like i never did before.

yeah, hopeful very. i’ll go insane if this won’t work out, so it better will, because no one wants that to happen, me to go insane, that is.

also i’m currently slowly planning how i want to furnish etc my future room. my dad is a joiner, so i’ll have to ask him to help me re-do a bit of some of our old furniture that’s waiting for me to take to a new home. and there’s some stuff i’ll have to buy (really how fucking hard it’s to find an ideal chest of drawers? fucking hard and annoying, i’ll tell you. and too bloody expensive, for no fucking reason. i would have my dad make it but has enough work as it is, but goddammit, just let me have some nice drawers, i beg you.) and i’ll make some stuff myself too. can’t wait.

when we’re at spending money, i bought me marshall headphones last week, for no fucking reason. i absolutely didn’t need them, i had a perfectly fuctional headphones at home already. but nahh, little ol’ me decided she wants to throw some money out, but damn they cute and the sound? oh, i definitely do not regret it. i have the brown ones, so cute.

i’m currently reading a little life, guys. yeah… not doing okay, no. and i’m only at page 100-ish. i actually haven’t touched the book in two weeks. i needed a break already and now i don’t really have time to get back to it. but i will! it will destroy me, that’s for sure, though. also you know what i found out just yesterday? the name jude means among others also ‘praised’ and ‘prince’. and i haven’t been the same ever since. cuz like in the book, jude is basically everyone’s in the group centre of life, consciously or not. and if the author did this intentionaly? oh my, genius. if not, what a hell of coincidence.

oh and, i discovered this new theory about folklore by taylor swift. there’s this specific order in which you can listen to the album and it’s like a whole story based on the folklore love triangle betty-james-augustine. and it makes so much sense, it’s insane. so i absolutely have to pass it further. look look look:

insane. i know taylor said something else about the love triangle, but this absolutely makes sense too. also, i found this playlist on spotify, where are both folklore and evermore in a specific order, and that order makes such sense as well, it’s amazing.

4am now. i’m dead already. i’m so tired but can’t sleep, i hate this.

day before yesterday i saw my friend i have a huge crush on, and lemme tell you, i’m so deep in friendzone, he didn’t even need to say it. i actually don’t know shit. i have such huge mixed signals from him, i just wanna die. we were on a beer okay, didn’t see each other for a few months and it was a spontaneous rendezvous among friends. and he paid for me. you don’t do that on friends rendezvous dude- but like he did it so casually, jesus christ. also when we were saying goodbye, we hugged, which we normaly don’t do, cuz we have this weird history and thus we’re too awkward with each other in those stuff. see? mixed signals! and i’m not even talking about how much i enjoy talking to him. anyway. i freaked out about this to my friend after. then i calmed down and came to the conclusion, that he’s litterally just a guy and went on with my day.

hmmm. i made me four new playlists.

oh and i bought these georgeous rings and star-earings from this one small business and i’m so excited, they are so cute! i have the rings already, earing are on the way, yaaayy.

i really should stop spending so much money. i’m doung that a lot lately.

also i’m going to austria in two weeks. can’t wait. i love it there. but i’ll probably die on some hill there because i lost all my sport abilities since i stopped competing. my lungs will betray me, that’s for sure.

and i’m booked for another two tattoos! can’t wait for that either. especially since the tattoo artist is my friend and i haven’t seen her in a while. will be nice to catch up again!

mhm. there’s so much and nothing happening at the same time these days. it’s kind of weird. but, well, it is what it is. could be better, could be worse. ew, anyway. i’m too tired for talking deep shit. there will be time for it some other day. so i’ll go try to fall asleep. because, yeah, i’m surely gonna die at work today. wish me luck, bye.

#life update #q #keep reading #cuz i also talk about #taylor swift folklore #(how to listen to it for it to be a story about the love triangle)#and #a little life #the book yes #not doing okay no

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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I hope this is where you send a request lol. But i wanted to know if you could do prompt 16 with Kuki Urie:)

It’s been a while since I wrote anything about this fandom and creating the new masterlists made me realize just how little I wrote about them so far.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, overprotectiveness, manipulation

Prompt 16: “You don’t understand! If you accept me now, I’ll be your slave!”

He was crying. He was really crying right now. It wasn't shocking, you had seen other men crying before, but you hadn't expected him to cry. Not in front of you. Or because of you. You had always been his reason of happiness as he had told you. So seeing him spilling tears right now was breaking your own heart just like his had been just now broken. His breath was uneven, silent sobs disrupting it's natural flow. He was trying to not be too loud, keeping the volume down. But the silent cries were the worst.

You just stood there, body having gone stiff and unable to move. You wanted to comfort him like you had done always in the past. But how could you if you had been the one who had brought him the pain in the first place? Was there even something you could say right now? What was a person who had just friendzoned another who had confessed supposed to say? But you had to do something, right? You couldn't just leave him here all alone.

Urie had the feeling like someone had just slammed his heart mercilessly with a sledge, it was aching. The last time he had felt something akin to this had been when his father had died. Back then he had been a child, he had not been able to handle all the emotions. Now he was grown up and had thought that he had been able to control his feelings.

What a lie that was, he was on an emotional roller coaster whenever he had been near you. Your whole being and thoughts on you had been for a long time now flooded his mind and senses and he had thanked whoever was watching from the clouds for letting him meet you.

Thanks to you he had learned how to really live again, how to feel again. Never once had he realized before how grey and cold his world had been before. But thanks to you he had realized just how blind he had been, that his life had been nothing so far. Not without you. You had given his life in a way a purpose, something far more greater than working as an investigator. Your love.

Happiness. Joy. Excitment. This sweet and addicting feelings you stirred up in him whenever you did as much as being somewhere near him. It was so wrong, the sickenly obsession he had with you and the people who he had already let his ire out because they had managed to get on your bad side, meaning also on his bad side. He was all too aware that going that far was wrong, but he hadn't cared in the slightest bit.

How could he when you had helped him getting over his pain, being the light to lead him out of the dark hole he had been stuck in so far? Everything he had experienced with you had been like a complete new thing for him. Even the most common things like walking with you somewhere had led him to seeing the world through new eyes. You were without a doubt the cause of his euphoria.

But never before you had given him a completely shattered and burnt heart or made him cry hot and large tears. Normally he would never cry in front of people. But he was vulnerable in front of you. He couldn't hide anything emotionally when it came to you. You were after all the person who made him go through all the intense feelings.

"Why?" His voice was nearly cracking at the end, his eyes still fouced on the ground where tears were constantly dropping on. You opened your mouth several times just to close it again. You almost felt like crying too, seeing Urie in such a condition. It was just a sign of how much your rejection had really just hurt him. There was surely something you could do for him without making him feel even more shitty.

"Kuki..." You slowly stepped closer, searching in a rushed manner for something you could do to soothe him a bit. "Am I not enough? Is that it? Do you think that there is someone better?" The volume of his voice was something that reminded you of a mouse, it was hushed and barely above a whisper. You also couldn't recall a time where he had ever sounded so unsure, so anxious.

"No! That's not it! You're great! Believe me, I really think of you as a awesome and cool guy." By now you were merely a foot step away from him, noticing now that you were close up how his body was shaking due to his choked breaths and silent sobs. "I-I'm just afraid that I can't give you what you ask me to give you. I love you a lot, but in another way. I don't want to lose you because of this Kuki. I know that sounds a bit easier than it is, but...let's just stay like this. We're happy as we are right now."

"That's a lie." You bit your bottom lip when hearing his quivering voice. Slowly, very slowly, he shifted his gaze from the ground to your lips and then to your eyes. His eyes were reddened and a bit puffy, tears still streaming down his face. "How can I ever be completely happy when I'm without your love? What am I even here for then? You were the one person who taught me how to live again and for that I just want to protect, love and pamper you with everything I have. Without you and your love I'm-I'm a nobody."

"That's not true Kuki! What are you talking about? You're not a nobody! You're a great investigator and I would say that is a reason why you're here. To lead your own squad and work with the CCG to protect the citizens of Tokyo. Shouldn't that be enough? Knowing that you have to protect the lives of the many people in this city?"

The man gave you an aghasted expression, looking like you had just said the most dumbest thing ever. "The CCG? The lives of the people here in Tokyo?", he repeated after you, still having this non believing look on his face. "Do you really think they mean to me nearly as much for me as you?" With one step he closed the bit of distance you had between each other, you almost reflexive taking a step back, feeling suddenly frightened of his unhinged expression.

"You're so wrong with that (y/n). I'll let them all happily die if it means that I can spend more time with you. What are they worth anyways? The only thing I need to be happy and live a good life is you! The rest can just die!"

In such a twisted way you knew that this was somewhat like the ultimate confession of love, being ready to let others get murdered or eaten by ghouls just to be able to survive another day with the person you loved. And yet it was the most egotistical thing you had ever heard. You even felt offended, maybe because you knew Mutsuki and Saiko yourself. Was he saying he would even let his friends die? You searched for any sign on his face that would tell you that this was just a mere act out of desperation from his side. But you found nothing.

"You really mean that, don't you?" Your voice was giving your discouragment and disappointment away, which didn't go unnoticed by Kuki. His facial expressions seemed to twitch, the disappointed look in your eyes adding even more layers of pain over his already broken heart. He hated this expression, the look that told him that he had not made you happy, but only made you upset with him. He hated that. Why was he never able to be good enough for you? He wanted to be perfect, the best. Just for you. But no matter how much he seemed to try, it was never enough. Was he really that imperfect?

His silence spoke books for him and you felt slight anger rousing up inside of you. How could he say this? Would he really let his friends and comrades die? You thought that he was the kind of guy who would fight til the bitter end. You had troubles believing him.

"So you want me to feel guilty because of deaths of people you could have saved, but didn't because you weren't willing to risk your life?" Urie quickly shook his head. "That won't be your fault (y/n)! It'll their fault for not listening to orders and being careless." What was he saying? "They'll die because they're willing to give their all for the people and their job! And you are supposed to do the same, Kuki! I thought that was why you joined in the first place!"

You quickly shut up when realizing that you were damn close to yelling right now and maybe the tiniest bit because all the yelling seemed to affect Urie as well. You were also almost about to cry, but blinked quickly to get rid of the tears in your eyes.

"Be honest with me. Did you already let someone die because of me?" He fell silent for a few seconds, making you feel more and more anxious. He hadn't, had he? "...No." The answer seemed suspiciously delayed, but his face wasn't giving anything away. So you took that answer, hoping to soothe the uneasiness and anxiety inside of you. "But you would?" He seemed to hesitate for a bit, debatting on with himself whether he should lie to calm you down or say the truth. But he had already spilled it out, hadn't he? "Yes, I would."

A disappointed and shocked noise escaped your lips, rubbing your eyes whilst busily thinking about what you were supposed to make out of this. "(y/n)...Please don't be mad at me." You peeked between one of your hands currently covering your face at him. He appeared to come over as pleading, eyes begging you to forgive him. And you couldn't help, but feel your heartstrings getting tugged at.

Without any words you suddenly grabbed a jacket of yours and walked to the front door, hearing Urie following you with huge and fast footsteps. "Wait! Where are you going?"

With your hand resting on the door knob you turned around, being met with his face only inches away from yours. "I...need some time alone to think about this Kuki. You need to understand, this was maybe just a bit too much for me to take in at once. And the fact that you told me that you don't care about the lives of other people in Tokyo just because you don't want to stop coming over to me...I think I need to think about our whole relation-and friendship in general. I don't want to stop being your friend, but maybe...distancing and stopping to see each other helps you coming back to your senses."

His eyes widened, obviously your words just now had scared him, but right now you needed time to think for yourself without anyone interrupting you. So you swiftly opened the door, about to leave.

That was before Kuki slammed the door with a loud 'wham' closed, body instantly moving itself between you and the door, blocking your way out. You flinched startled, for a moment blinking shocked before you came back to your senses and annoyance started to flicker inside of you. "What do you think you're doing?! Move your ass away from the door or else I'll have to go with less nice methods!" He didn't, he just continued to drill his frightened gaze at you, seemingly not wanting to let you leave him. "Kuki! Now!"

"You don't understand!" He sounded extremely despaired, a distraught expression on his face which made you slowly take a step back from him. But this sudden move of yours seemed to trigger him and before you could even react, he had already grabbed your hands tightly in his own. "If you accept me now, I'll be your slave!"

You had temporarily abandoned all of your annoyance and anger, currently you felt freaked out by this extremely deranged behavior from his. "You have to listen to me! I'll do anything you want me to and I'll be anyone you want me to be! I'll clean for you, I'll cook for you, I'll kill for you, I'll die for you, I'll live for you! Whatever you want! But don't leave me alone! Not you too..."

You slightly tried to free your hands from his, but you were scared that he would get triggered by any sudden movements which was why you kept such things at a minimum right now. You felt truly alarmed right now, not being able to tell what he would do next. Fleeing looked like a stupid idea, he was due to his not humanly body much more physically strong and faster than you were and you didn't want to risk it. But you doubted that talking would help him either. He was clearly not in his right mind.

"You need help." You stiffened up the moment you had whispered those words loud, cussing yourself for saying something like this in front of him.

"Help? You really think I need help?" You didn't like it one bit just how much distraught he looked right now whilst still keeping a look of fondness on his face whilst gazing at you. It didn't mix well. "I don't want any help. Don't need them either. They wouldn't be able to do much anyways. I know just how bad my case is and I doubt that anyone would be able to help me. Don't you see?" You didn't know if you were supposed to give him an answer or not, but you just shook your head when hearing him muttering these words.

"The only person that is able to help me is you. You're the one who made me this way in the first place and you're also the one who can help me. You made me how I am. Don't you think it's only fair if you help me before someone really dies? You'll just be there for me and I'll take care of anything else. Doesn't that sound like a good offer?"

#yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere urie #yandere kuki urie

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flying-elliska · 3 years

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i've caught up with 911, some pretty solid episodes, the one on parenthood made me cry and the treasure hunt was hilarious (i want to also launch a treasure hunt when i die, just not with an insane ton of money)

and like....listen i never really believed they would make buddie canon for real but like that last episode ???? hello ??? what was that ????

first they have Taylor friendzoning Buck on the ep before this one which honestly kind of surprised me bc I thought they would predictably make them a Thing and I wasn't super opposed, I thought their dynamic was cute even though I actually prefer them as friends (tbf they're both so attractive maybe it's just my bi ass being like omg). but they could have done a character arc where they're both growing as people - Buck is less self centered, she's less cutthroat - and they find each other again and now they can have a meaningful relationship but....apparently that's not what they're doing. so then what ? because we know Buck wants a relationship and he's already been through a lot of 'dating strangers' moments

then you have Eddie calling his relationship with Ana "easy" and that's like. not Romance, at least not in this context. right after Carla tells him to 'follow his heart not Christopher's' and we see Ana and Christopher get on well so this is basically Carla telling him she sees something is missing. i've read this dynamic soooo many times in fic, where Ana is like this perfect woman/easy relationship he ought to love, it corresponds to how he sees himself, she's the woman his parents would love, she could be a good 'new mother figure' for Christopher, she's a teacher and she's good with kids, etc etc - but it's not working for him. so what's the alternative ? i thought they might go there with the blonde mom because Eddie helps her out and their kids bond etc but no she's actually deranged. so there's no alternative except for..... you know. or him just being single again which would be like. okay. narratively a bit repetitive, they would have to introduce a whole new female character because we know he wants to 'move on' from Shannon so like, thematically then it would be weird to leave him alone for too long sooooooo what ? it's the 'easy' thing that does it to me bc that really gives me 'oh we're struggling with heteronormativity' vibes here

or i guess they could just let him DIE which would be an ASSHOLE MOVE

and then there is just the way the last scene is shot, which is just really framed around Buck and Eddie, Buck's white shirt with blood on it standing out so clearly, the focus on his reaction and the intense stares, Eddie trying to reach out, etc etc. now thinking about that post about how men aren't allowed to show intimacy unless they're on the battlefield/wounded and !!!!! like ok it's a trope for comrade-in-arms to be super emotional in these near death circumstances buuuuuut i just don't quite think they would have shot it entirely like that if that was their intention especially since 1) they know buddie as a concept is a big draw and 2) in most of the other near death scenes for the both of them there was also a focus on the other team members and their reaction. and like, whenever you have a near death scene, whoever's reaction is focused on, it means there's an emotional arc going on between those characters that is presented as the most important. like when Buck was pinned under the truck it was more about his relationship with Bobby as a father figure and it tied into what would happen next thematically. so like. Buck and Eddie haven't had a focus on their relationship in a while so now what ???? especially since so much of their individual stuff lately has been about them growing and getting to a healthy place as people/potential partners, and we've already had the 'our friendship is so important to us!!!' bits so like WHAT

i'm still skeptical but honestly the timing of all of this put together is driving me a little bit insane rn

#9-1-1 #911 on fox #buddie #maybe oliver stark is just too damn expressive lmao #but yeah that was like WHAT #if they're not doing that then WHAT are they going with this exactly #911 meta #9-1-1 on fox #911

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izzabeean · 3 years

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Chapter 9 : Anticipation

SUMMARY

Ushijima makes an appearance at your group outing, and you try to ignore his presence. But, of course, it’s easier said than done in this case.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,344

content : profanity, mild violence, depiction of injuries

tags : alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : Is the world so small that Y/N keeps running into Ushijima? Perhaps in this story, yes. This week has been a bit slow creatively for me, I don't feel my writing is the strongest in this chapter. But here we are, things are heating up and I'm happy to provide.

Post Thursday evenings PST, if not latest by Friday.

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Everything feels so surreal as you lock eyes with Ushijima from across the table. He doesn’t smile or say anything, he just looks at you with his empty gaze like this is the first time meeting. Ever. Your heartbeat starts to thump faster conjuring up a lump in your throat that cannot be swallowed. Your breathing is shallow and your hands start to sweat as you dig your nails into your legs.

Why didn’t you turn around when your instincts told you to?

Why did you talk yourself into thinking this was a good idea?

However, for some reason, here you are. The sequence of events leading up to this point doesn’t make any sense. Even when you were dating, you wouldn’t run into him this much, so why now? Why all these dumb coincidences? There’s no room for you to heal when you keep seeing him like this.

“Hi,” you squeal, temporarily incapacitated by the confused looks from your other groupmates.

But your high pitch voice produces shockwaves through Oikawa’s system as you quickly introduce him and Iwaizumi to which Sara introduces Ushijima to all three of you. Then it becomes apparent that Ushijima hasn't said anything to Sara about you.

It’s sublime how quickly you push down the devastation bubbling at the surface and you wonder how it is even possible for you to force a smile in Sara’s direction. Clearing your throat you take a seat. Ushijima has stopped staring now and takes a swig of the chilled beer sitting in front of him. Your mouth feels dry from the nerves that are trying to drag your spirits down. If you were going to survive this torture, you’re most definitely not going to be sober. Grabbing the waiter's attention, you order yourself a beer as you feel yourself on the brink of a heart attack.

“You ok?” Oikawa mumbles knowing well that turning to your least favorite drink is a bad sign. It’s very clear to him this evening isn't going to go very well, seeing as you are already on edge from Ushijima’s surprise appearance.

“Mhm,” you hum shooting him a smile. “I’m fine. Totally chill.”

“You know, we can leave,” Oikawa whispers. “You’re not obligated to be here.”

And let him win? you think. I don’t think so.

“No, I’m fine,” you lie, biting your lip. It’s no time for you to concede, you just gotta ride this one out, show him how much better you’re doing without him. It’s the only thing to get back at him for everything so grossly unforgivable that he’s done.

The waiter returns with your drink placing it down in front of you. Nothing has looked so relieving and thirst-quenching before; the cold and crisp-looking glass filled to the top of light amber liquid with a dollop of airy foam. You pick it up and throw it back, chugging the heavy and sour alcohol. Then you think, maybe you shouldn’t have done that as you strike the glass down on the table. Licking your lips, you notice the startled looks everyone gives you at your uncharacteristic action.

“Should we order food,” Sara interrupts the weird tension which segues everyone back to talking amongst themselves.

Your stomach starts to swirl as you’ve come to realize that drinking that beer was probably the worst thing you could do while it’s empty. But as you study the menu, nothing seems to scream appetizing. Not when you can see in your peripheral Ushijima and Sara sharing a menu while discussing what they want to order. It makes you sick.

The restaurant is loud, but your thoughts are louder as you sit there wondering if anyone else can hear them. It hurts to see him here in front of you beside her. She most definitely doesn’t know about your history with Ushijima just by the way she’s acting around him. Sara doesn’t seem maniacal enough to do something so disrespectful to someone she barely knows. For god's sake, she invited you here. Why would she want you here if she knew? To rub it in that she’s Ushijima’s girlfriend. Doubtful.

Maybe Oikawa was right all along about Ushijima not being how you perceived him to be. Maybe, just maybe you honestly, you were blinded the entire time. And now you were finally seeing him for who he truly is.

You were scared to admit it. That if you did, your year together means nothing when it still meant so much to you. But in this case, actions speak louder than words and most definitely Ushijima’s actions are very clear.

“I'm going to step out for a smoke. Do you need some fresh air?” Iwaizumi asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh,” you reply looking at Oikawa sitting beside you who's chatting with one of your group members. "No, I better not."

"Alright, I'll be right back," he says sliding out of his seat.

You try to hide your face behind the menu so no one talks to you and your plan almost succeeded except for the open opportunity it gave Sara to sit beside you. Your face pales as she leans in to rasp, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Yeah," you exclaim a bit put off by how close she is.

"I honestly thought you weren't going to show."

It's hard for you to not flash a bitter smile, but you force yourself to continue the conversation, "It took some convincing but bringing Oikawa and Iwaizumi helped."

The silence stretches between the two of you as Oikawa's laugh fills the air. You take a glimpse at him, noticing one of your group members flirting with him. You roll your eyes while looking back at Sara who is enthralled in his aura.

"He seems really nice,” she compliments. "How long have you two been together?"

"Hmm?" It takes you a moment to realize what she’s asking as you realize she's subtly gesturing to Oikawa. And when it clicks you are filled with laughter. “Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

The thought of you and Oikawa remotely appearing to look more than friends from an external perspective makes you nearly piss yourself.

"Oh, I just thought, you'd both make a cute couple," she corrects herself with puzzlement written across her face.

When you realize she’s being serious, you pause. “No, we’ve just been friends for a while.”

"Oooh," Sara taunts giving you a very mischievous look. "You know that saying, love is friendship set on fire."

"It's not like that," you nervously chuckle at her comment.

"Alright, I won't pry," she jokes. "But seriously, I'm happy you're here!"

She gets up from her seat and walks back over to sit next to Ushijima. Your feelings are honestly a bit mixed from that conversation. You really wanted to hate her, but she just seemed so genuine.

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You’re a couple more drinks in and feel a bit of a buzz as Sara goes into grave detail as to why she transferred to the university now . But you can’t force yourself to listen. Your attention shifts to Ushijima smiling softly at the way Sara bubbles with warmth. It’s funny to think that someone else can make him smile like that besides you because you know how hard it is to do so. But it seems so effortless for Sara.

The memory of meeting Ushijima for the first time flashes in your head. To the time in the library where he reaches over your head to grab the book, you were trying to get on the top shelf. Now you can barely remember as the image of Sara takes your place to retrieve the book from Ushijima's hands. She's the new you.

You know you're overanalyzing every single movement Ushijima makes. From where his eyes linger to where his hands are placed, you cannot stop looking as you stay in suspense to what he will do next. You’re close to being consumed by the sudden urge to lash out or cry. It feels like he’s trying to push your buttons as he leans over toward Sara. You're waiting for him to kiss her. Waiting for it to break you. And it makes you sick.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your knee and turn to Iwaizumi who is looking down at you with a soft gaze. It’s odd but you somehow feel this tension between the two of you. You should have known better in that moment, but your mind feels a bit hazy from feeling vulnerable and also the alcohol.

“Is everything ok?”

You feel anticipation fill your chest and you swallow thickly seeing as this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. You look at his hand for a moment, at his long fingers gently grip the top of your knee. You immediately remind yourself of his words the other day, wondering if he intended to friendzone you like that.

You nod, smiling.

“Let me know when you want to leave,” Iwaizumi whispers squeezing your leg.

His face dips down slightly and you don’t know why you do it and don’t know how you had the courage to. But you’re so caught up in your internal frustrations, you don’t think before you act. You lean in closer to Iwaizumi and plant a kiss on his cheek uttering a thank you.

As you pull back, his eyes widen. It takes you a second to process exactly what you’ve done.

“Um, sorry,” you say to Iwaizumi, you need to get out of there before you die of embarrassment. Quickly you excuse yourself from the table as you rush to the bathroom and you can still feel Iwaizumi watching you.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

But you find the bathrooms have a long line up and turn a corner as you burst through a door to outside. The cool air hits you making it much easier to breathe. Finally, you’re by yourself. Screaming wouldn’t even be able to help you let out the confusion you feel. This was definitely something you didn’t want to have happened. But here you are regretting your capacity to understand a situation. Honestly, you were definitely feeling vulnerable. This entire evening you were caught off guard and something it makes you do weird things.

“Can we talk?

Turning around, you see Ushijima standing in front of you. He gazes down at you with his unreadable stare that makes you want to cry.

“No,” you say a little unnerved walking away from him. But you’re stopped by him grabbing your wrist, the same wrist the creep outside the club grabbed you with. Still a bit bruised and weak from his grip. You let out a yelp, “Let go of me!”

“Just let me explain,” he begs.

But you’re not listening as you try to wiggle your wrist away-- it’s not a tight hold, but it’s enough that it still hurts.

“Please, let me go,” you express firmly.

He stares at you for a moment and with a deep breath exhales letting go.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you yell, grabbing your wrist. “Moved on already, what the fuck is your problem?”

“It’s not--”

“No, let me finish. You’ve already done enough. I can’t believe you. You could’ve just told me you found someone else, instead, I see you with her all cute and cuddly and now I have to fucking work with her? This is such a--”

But as you’re about to continue your rant, you’re interrupted by a voice.

“What’s going on here?” Oikawa asks, noticing Ushijima standing before you. He studies your face filled with rage while you’re clutching your wrist. “Did you hurt her?”

“What?” Ushijima replies confused.

Then Oikawa’s eyes turn dark, a look you’ve never seen before. And you never imagined what comes next. He grabs a fist full of Ushijima’s shirt pulling him close enough that they were inches apart, barely touching noses. You had to stop them before it went too far but you couldn’t move your body.

“After all you’ve been through this is how you treat her?” Oikawa yells.

“You don’t even know the whole story,” Ushijima booms, forcibly removing Oikawa’s grip from his shirt causing Oikawa to make an aching face.

“I know enough to see that you’re a complete dick. But we both know, I’ve known that from the start,” Oikawa hisses. His eyes are fixed on Ushijima shooting him a scowl while your hand is clasped to your shirt.

“Stop it,” you say, but they both ignore you.

“I think you need to get your facts straight,” Ushijima says staying calm and collected while Oikawa explodes with rage.

“Why don't act more like a man,” Oikawa protests.

Then time moves so quick you couldn’t even see Oikawa raise his fist to hit Ushijima square in the face. Because not even seconds after Ushijima retaliates. You rush over forcing yourself between the two men before a fight breaks, pushing your hands against their chest yelling at them to stop. Ushijima is the first to back away as Oikawa stays resistant trying to push by you. But you take both your hands and press them against him as Ushijima exits back into the restaurant.

"Why are you trying to protect him?" Oikawa cries. You look up at Oikawa whose face is glistening in the moonlight as his cheek starts to swell. His dark eyes lock on you as yours start to glaze over.

"Are you stupid? He could've really hurt you," you wail, trying to hide the fact you're physically shaking.

And he sees it.

"Don't ever do that again," you barked.

Then he gives you his signature shit-eating grin, a look that is nowhere near appropriate from just getting punched in the face.

“Told you he’s a dick,” he smirks, walking towards the front of the restaurant. “Let’s go home.”

“What about Iwaizumi?”

“He’ll take care of things,” Oikawa mutters. “He’ll meet us at home. Let’s go before that blockhead comes back out.”

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Oikawa called a cab to get back to his apartment, you felt a bit bad for leaving Iwaizumi behind. Especially since you kissed him then left.

Things seemed to grow incredibly awkward between you and Oikawa as he sat in the bathroom cleaning the cut on his cheek from Ushijima’s punch. You weren’t really sure what Oikawa was thinking, but you didn’t really want to ask. As you gently press the cotton pad to his cheek, he squints his eyes while the burning sensation shocks him and exhales sharply through his nose.

“Sorry,” you mumble and he immediately forgives you with a smile.

He tries to pin his eyes to something that can distract the sting, but instead focuses his attention on the feel of your fingers against his skin. You’ve never been this close before and he wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

He’s thankful for your patience with him. Most certainly did he think you were going to be pissed, but your reaction was far from what he expected as you kept silent for most of the trip home and even patching him up. Oikawa looks at you to see your frown had deepened. “Are you mad? You look mad.”

You scoff. “No, I’m just tired.” You’re caught off guard by his uncharacteristic concern and almost recoil with the question.

Oikawa sighs, “Your face is screwed up like you’re mad.”

“Tōru,” you scolded, crossing your arm across your chest. You choke on your words before answering, “I’m tired, not mad.”

Oikawa holds his breath and continues to look at you as you continue to make that sullen look. He doesn’t believe you. The sight of you with defeat in your expression makes his heart break. He notices your bruised wrist, still purple and blue, and imagines it probably hurts after Ushijima grabbed it. Then he wonders if he could have done something better to help you in that situation. Even that night back at the club still haunts him. If only he’d answered his phone when you needed him the most then maybe things would be different than now. He can’t stand it. He can't stand that Iwaizumi was there to help you instead. And he's not stupid, he knows you like Iwaizumi. He wasn't blind when he saw you kiss him at the restaurant. Oikawa didn’t know why, but something stirred him that he never realized before and it became very unsettling.

You lay the gauze over the wound and tape it down.

“How’s your hand?” you mumble, checking if the ice pack he’s holding to his fist has subsided any bruising your swelling. The bruising was already darker by the time you got to his apartment and it definitely terrified you.

“It’s fine,” he replies.

At this point, you’ve turned away and started to clean up. There isn’t a lot of blood, but enough to make shivers go down your spine as the image of Ushijima’s fist colliding with Oikawa’s face flashes through your head.

You feel your breathing heave as you try to collect yourself from breaking down in front of Oikawa. But something stops you. Instead of your usual hiding, you feel yourself let go and come undone. One small tear rolls down your cheek.

And then another. And then another. And then another. Until you can’t urge yourself to stop them anymore.

Oikawa freezes as he hears you sniffling. This time you don’t hide behind your wide smile. This time you’re actually crying and honestly he doesn’t know what to do. His intention wasn’t to make you cry, he wanted to protect you. And now he feels guilty for even putting you in this position.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, your voice broken by stifled breaths. “It’s all my fault you got hurt. I should’ve never gone to that stupid dinner.”

There’s this nagging feeling in his head pleading to comfort you. To hug you, to tell you it’s not your fault. His consciousness is screaming at him to do something to help as he watched you come undone in front of him. But why is he so afraid to?

“You were right, you’ve always been right,” you continue. “I’m so so sorry Tōru.”

You pause wiping the tears away that tracked down your face feeling awkward from exposing your vulnerable side to Oikawa. Tearing your eyes away from the first aid kit, you turn to look at Oikawa. There’s pity written all over his face. Your hands curl into fists.

It’s painfully tense as Oikawa attempts to muster up the courage to stand up to comfort you. He doesn’t want to regret his decision but he still hesitates, considering you’re now gazing at him.

“I-- I just,” you stutter, partially because you want to fill the awkward silence someway, and partially because you’re worried you’ve scared him. “I was scared…”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

Your heart feels like it’s in throbbing pain under Oikawa’s gaze.

His stomach clenches as you revert to silence.

Suddenly you hear the front door unlock and Iwaizumi call out that he's arrived. You feel your face burn up as you revert eye contact and lean on the counter to see Iwaizumi in the doorway of the bathroom.

“What the fuck happened,” he yells, visibly unamused that you both ditched him at a restaurant with people he didn’t know. You look at him with glazed eyes unable to utter a single word then that’s when he notices Oikawa’s appearance. “Shit.”

Oikawa’s face turns in a smirk. “You should have seen the other guy.”

“I did!” He protests. “Not even a scratch compared to you. You’re fucking stupid.”

"He hurt Y/N," Oikawa protest.

Iwaizumi's eyes widened looking towards you.

"He didn't hurt me," you reassure. "He just grabbed my bruised wrist."

Iwaizumi sighs, shaking his head. "You have to stop running off like that."

Oikawa watches the intimate interaction of indescribable energy or chemistry that lingers in the air between the two of you. He didn’t like it. Not even one bit.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime

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ssamie · 3 years

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seven. STARGAZING

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"why the hell is that brat crying?!" sanemi exclaimed in irritation as he threw a pillow at y/n's head

"ara~ dont be so insensitive, shinazugawa-kun" shinobu cooed at him "y/n-chan here had just been recently put into the 'friendzone', as she calls it" she said

"hah? that's it?" sanemi scoffed "i know someone who's been at it for years. atleast he's not bawling his eyes out like a child"

"w-who is it, sanemi-kun?" she sniffled lightly as she raised her head from shinobu's lap "heh." sanemi sneered as he eyed obanai who has been glaring him down for the past few minutes "its that snake fucker-"

oabani cut him off by quickly kicking him away, making sanemi's body hit the wall with a loud thud, leaving cracks onto the concrete upon contact. "you shouldn't listen to him." obanai said to her "he's just messing with you"

obanai walked over to her side, taking her away from shinobu and situating her on his lap.

"ara ara~ have fun you two" shinobu cooed at them as she walked away. but of course, not before sending a jab towards giyuu. "ara~ i bet you're wondering what that's like. right, tomioka-san?" she asked mockingly

"well you better stop wondering since it's never gonna happen anyways" shinobu laughed "its not like anyone likes you here"

giyuu didn't react, and simply stared stoicly at her. "im not disliked by people." he said.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" shinobu cooed as she waved him off

"now.." obanai trailed off "who made you cry like this?" he asked "i'll kill them." he said, as kaburamaru hissed in agreement

she sulked and slouched back onto his chest, playing with her hair as obanai rested his chin on her shoulders "well, i don't want you to kill suna-kun" she hummed

"how would he become my husband if he dies?"

silence. absolute silence. everyone in the room looked at each other before turning ghostly pale, looking nervously at obanai before innocently whistling and pretending to mind their own business.

"your- your what?" obanai stammered as he let out a shaky laugh

"my husband" she answered with a huff

"i've been searching for so long, and who would've guessed i'd find him through highschool!" she squealed

"ara ara~ b-but you said you were looking for a man stronger than you, y/n-chan" shinobu cooed out with a sheepish laugh

"i doubt that suna person fits that description" giyuu commented

she then suddenly perks up and shakes her head with a smile on her face. "nope! but suna-kun makes me so weak when he smiles or talks or blinks or sleeps or breath near me!!" she squeals

"i feel like turning into a puddle when he talks! a puddle!!" she said

she laid on the ground in a starfish position with a dreamy look on her face, "like this!" she said as to emphasise her point

"i see! he sounds like a flamboyant man, indeed!" uzui exclaimed with a grin

"w-well...i guess all you can do is hope he returns your feelings someday" obanai muttered "if he doesn't then im sure there's still someone out there who would happily love and care for you" he said

"haha! simply marry one, two, or three flamboyant men you lay your eyes on!" uzui exclaimed with a laugh "im pretty sure you're the only one here who would want three lovers all at the same time" giyuu muttered

"how unflamboyant of you, tomioka!" uzui sneered

y/n looked back at obanai and curiously cocked her head to the side, "it's so weird.."

"how could you know so much about topics like these, obanai-kun?" she asked

"how could i not." obanai mumbled bitterly as a gloomy aura surrounded his form.

suddenly, a loud thumping of feet caught all the hashiras' attentions. the door slammed open, revealing a very frantic nezuko. she ran towards the love hashira and hid herself under her haori.

"nezuko-chan?" y/n muttered curiously as she peeked under her haori to look down at the girl. "hmm" nezuko hummed back through her muzzle.

suddenly, two sets of footsteps followed. as well as loud screaming.

"nezuko-chaaannnn~" zenitsu cooed loudly "come here, nezuko-chan~"

"zenitsu! leave her alone already!" tanjiro exclaimed in a frantic tone as he tried to hold zenitsu back "nezuk- aCK! WHAT IS THIS?! IS THIS HEAVEN?!" zenitsu shrieked as he caught sight of the hashira holding the girl in her arms

"zenitsu! cut it out! let's go!" tanjiro scolded him as he dragged the blond away "NO NO! I WANNA SEE NEZUKO-CHAN AND Y/N-SENPAIII!!!" zenitsu wailed as tanjiro ushered him out of the room

"leave it zenitsu! let's go eat so you can calm down" tanjiro said with a sigh

"WAIT! I WANNA JOIN YOU!!" y/n yelled as she hurriedly ran after the two

"wait-" obanai's words were ignored, seeing as she was already out the door, leaving a trail of dust behind her "i was gonna tell her she didn't have any money." obanai mumbled as he glanced at her bag, which was situated by the corner of the room.

"hmm, mhhm" nezuko hummed as she sat herself beside sanemi

"dont sit next to me, you eyesore" sanemi scowled "there's plenty of space there by tomioka!"

"ara~ it seems even nezuko-chan doesn't like tomioka-san after all" shinobu cooed in pity "how sad."

"shut up, woman."

"ahhh, this is so good~" she said with a content sigh as she practically inhaled the bowl of ramen "tanjiro-kun, we should eat out together more often" she said "you seem to know a lot of good restaurants"

tanjiro smiled and waved his hands dismissively, nodding his head as he placed more food into her plate. "its no big deal, y/n-senpai. i used to come here with nezuko a lot" he said "and, we should definitely eat together more often!" he said with a smile as sparkles seemed to surround him

'my god.' she breathed in and out

'tanjiro is so cute! and so nice! he would definitely make a good husband!' she thought to herself

'and zenitsu..' she trailed off, her eyes slowly averting towards the blond

'zenitsu is so.. SCARY?! WHAT'S WITH THAT FACE?!'

she smiled shakily as she caught sight of zenitsu's grim expression, paired along with a glare as he mumbled angrily to himself "what's bothering you zenitsu-kun?" she asked him

"what's bothering me? what's bOTHERING ME?!?" he shrieked "I SHOULD BE THE ONE SITTING NEXT TO YOU, Y/N-SENPAI! BUT INSTEAD THAT FOREHEAD BOY TOOK MY SPOT!" zenitsu scowled

"AND YOU!" tanjiro jumped as zenitsu pointed an accusing finger to his face "YOU'VE BEEN STEALING MY THUNDER, HAVEN'T YOU?! YOU'VE BEEN TALKING HER UP SO SHE WOULDN'T BE MY WIFE! YOU'RE SO CRUEL!!" zenitsu exclaimed

tanjiro blinked in shock as he cluelessly shook his head in response "i wasn't doing anything like that!" he said

"YES YOU WERE!!" zenitsu screamed in aggravation "now im definitely gonna be left alone. to die. to rot. to reencarnate as a miserable snail that never finds a mate!"

tanjiro sweat dropped as he gave zenitsu a weirded out glare "what are you even talking about?"

"ah, but look at it this way, zenitsu!" she chimed in "by sitting across from me, it's like we're on a date! that's usually how it goes with couples, you know?" she cooed as she placed her hands on top of his

zenitsu paled as his eyes repeatedly dart from her and their hands. "a-a date?" he squeaked out

"oh well... something like that" she chuckled nervously, not at all used to the blond being this quiet

"i see." zenitsu stated in an unusually serious tone. "tanjiro." he turned to look at the burgundy-haired boy. "i can now die in peace. my life, dreams and goals are fulfilled. i can die a happy man."

"what are you talking about?" tanjiro sweat dropped

just then, a distinctive sound of a bell rang, signalling that a person had entered the doors. she looked back to see who has entered, all while still munching on a piece of meat and ignoring zenitsu, who was currently practicing his wedding vows.

"suna-kun?" she subconsciously called out as she recognised the person to be none other than suna rintarou himself

"oh, hey bunny" suna sent her a nod as he trudged into the restaurant, carrying a skateboard with him.

"suna-kun!! hi! what are you doing here?" she asked him "im picking up some food for later" he answered mindlessly as he walked towards her table

"oh hey.." suna nodded at tanjiro and zenitsu.

"hi, are you a friend of y/n-senpai?" tanjiro asked with a kind smile "friend? more like a leech. he's interrupting my time with her!!" zenitsu whispered to tanjiro

"uh, yeah. she's also our manager" suna answered unbotheredly despite feeling zenitsu's glare on him

tanjiro looked at y/n, who seemed to be too immersed in suna's face at the moment, given that she was staring lovingly at him with lovesick eyes. "y/n-senpai, i think zenitsu and i need to go back to the dojo" tanjiro said with a soft laugh. he gripped zenitsu's haori as he forced the blond to stand and walk away despite his protests.

"eh? really?" she asked them, "oh well.. okay.."

"i guess i'll just pay for your guys' meals then!" she clasped her hands in delight as she pulled out a wallet from her pocket "oh no, it seems ive taken the wrong wallet" she hummed in feign innocence

she shrugged and made a shushing motion to the boys "oh well. don't tell giyuu-san~" she cooed

"we won't!!" tanjiro exclaimed as he waved her goodbye. she waved them off, watching their figures disappear with a smile on her face. she laughed softly as she heard zenitsu's distant screams.

"that was cute" suna snickered "didn't know your friends were that nice. unlike that bandaged dude"

she smiled apologetically at him and sighed "sorry about obanai-kun.. it takes a while to get on his good side, i suppose" she said "but hes a very nice person. you just gotta be patient with him" she said

"i don't think i have the patience for that" suna yawned

"anyways, sushi or tempura?" he asked "why are you asking me?" she asked

"well, you're gonna be eating with me so might as well let you pick" he said with a nonchalant shrug. she blinked dumbly at him as she watched him start to skim through the menu "wait- why would i be eating with you??"

"well usually, when guys take a girl out for dinner, they'd be eating right?" suna said with a chuckle

'take me out.. ME?! AND HIM?!' she panicked

'DINNER?! but i already ate..' she looked down at her stomach, and sweat dropped upon feeling it rumble

'nevermind.. im still hungry' she thought to herself

"u-uhm.. sushi?" she answered with slight hesitance "sushi it is" suna said with a nod as he proceeded to order.

'ahshhsjsj!!! is this a date?! am i out of the 'friendzone'?? ' she thought

"good thing i have you with me. or else i'll have to invite tsumu out instead" suna gagged "that piss head's been testing me lately." he said "so i'd much rather spend time with my best friend" he said in a teasing tone, nudging her with his elbow as he laughed

"a-ah.. yes.. right" she responded. she smiled blankly as she stared at the air before her, slowly feeling herself wither away into nothingness.

"here you are, sir! takeout order for sushi!" the waitress announced as she placed the paper bag on the table "that was fast" suna mumbled as he paid her the amount

"ah thank you! sir and maam-" the waitress sweat dropped as she made eye contact with the pink and green haired girl. the lady was well aware that she had already eaten a full course meal a few moments prior. she had personally watched her inhale three bowls of ramen and two plates of pudding. though she still let her be.

"anyways. i was heading to the skatepark, let's eat there" suna said "i didnt know you skate, suna-kun" she said with a soft smile as her eyes raked down his form

'ahh, hes looking especially good with a sketeboard..' she thought to herself

'he looks so cool' she squealed internally

'calm down, calm down' she thought as she eased her erratic breathing down

"its just a hobby i guess" suna shrugged as he stretched his arms over his head "i could even teach ya if ya want" suna said with a small smirk as he handed her the board

her eyes landed on the board with a glimmer of curiosity. she smiled nervously and nodded "sure! though, I'd probably fall a lot.." she muttered

"dont worry, i'll catch you"

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"y/n- y/n please just trust me" suna said with a grunt "it's not that bad!"

"yes it is! it's so-wait suna-kun it's moving!!" she whined as the board skidded ever so lightly. "calm down" suna chuckled, with a strained smile as he felt her already deathly grip tighten even more around his arm

"okay, how bout this" suna hummed out as he clasped her shoulders in his hands. "if you manage to learn atleast one trick tonight, we can go stargazing or whatever"

'stargazing with suna.. stargazing.. suna..' she chanted repeatedly in her head

wordlessly, she snatched the board and placed it by the ramp, and skated down with ease. "..." suna stared at her from across the ramp as she landed with a flip.

"so we've been going through hell and back for so long. when this whole time, you could do it all along" suna sighed "i was just motivated!" she exclaimed as she ran towards him

"by what? stargazing?" suna chuckled as he ruffled her hair with his hand "exactly!" she replied with a bright grin

suna shook his head with a smile as he led her to a bench, setting down his board on the ground and the bag of sushi between them "you're just so adorable, aren't ya" suna said in a teasing tone as he playfully rolled his eyes at her

'AM I?? AM I ADORABLE?!' she panicked

"so." suna mused "how's your life going, bunny?"

"ahm, it's nice.." she muttered back shyly as she took a bite of the sushi "how about you, suna-kun?" she asked him "how has your life been going?" suna shrugged and leaned back on the bench, eyes landing on the constellation of stars above them

"its been normal. not much going on other than recording random fights at school" he said "but it's been fun having you around, bunny" he said as he turned to look at her

only to sweat drop upon seeing her mutter flusteredly to herself, all while her face burns a bright red color

'he looks so cool and mysterious like that' she thought

'he has such a pretty side profile!!' she fawned

'his eyes are all sparkly from the moonlight and stars!!' she basically seethed as she screamed in her head

"hey, you okay?" suna chuckled as he taps on her forehead "uh im fine.." she muttered flusteredly as her eyes crossed to focus on his finger, which was still tapping on her forehead

"heh, you better be or else im getting my ass beat by the twins" he said jokingly as he crossed his arms over his chest "the twins.." she mumbled, scratching her head as she pondered over a thought that seems to nag at her

"the twins, the twins,, oh they're waiting for me at home!!" she frantically opened her phone and went to the messaging app. she smiled nervously as she was greeted with over a hundred texts from the two boys

"ah.. i forgot about the movie night tsumu-kun proposed.." she chuckled sheepishly as she sunk down on the seat out of guilt "hm.. let's go then" suna said as he held his hand out for her to take

"im in the mood to crash your guys' movie night" suna chuckled as he pulled her up to her feet

'ADJSFHJKL HANDS HANDS HANDS!!' she panicked

she looked at their loosely intertwined hands. his grip was quite loose, almost not even there in the first place. his fingers tangled nicely with hers as they walked. it was a cliche she had never thought she'd experience. walking hand in hand with the person you admire under the moon and stars.

'he's so warm..' she thought as she felt the slightest bit of body heat getting transferred onto her

"alright. get ready to run, bunny" suna teased as his hand moved to grip her wrist "if you're too slow, i won't be comin' back for you" he taunted playfully as he started running while dragging her along

"okay! i'll run in full speed!" she huffed back with a smile of determination as she pried his hand off her wrist and went to grip his instead

"wait wait. not full speed. y/n-" suna chuckled nervously as he tried to plant himself down on the ground with his feet

he was well aware that her body was simply built different, if anything. her speed, stamina, and strength was enough to make a grown man cry, and frankly, he was in no mood to deal with that at the moment.

"okay, suna-kun! let's go!" she exclaimed as she started running

"wait waIT WAIT-"

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"welcome home, y/n" osamu greeted her with a small smile as he ushered the girl into the fort they had made

"and goodbye suna" he said to the brunette before he could even step onto the porch "oi! let me in!" suna said with a grunt as he blocked the door from closing with his foot "i didnt go through all that for nothing" suna muttered as he waltzed inside their home uninvited

"oi sunarin!! how dare you hog y/n-chan to yerself?!" atsumu snarled as he went to kick suna on the back "shut up you blond bitch" suna scowled as he threw a random pillow at atsumu's face

"tch" atsumu scoffed childishly the blond then blinked curiously as a snicker went past his lips "oi sunarin, yer pussy bangs are looking worse than usual" atsumu laughed "what happened to ya?"

"we ran so fast i think the wind split my skull open" suna groaned as he went to fix his hair "ara~ but i slowed down so you wouldn't be so tired, suna-kun" she said with a tone of concern

"you slowed down? that was slow for you?" suna scoffed in disbelief

"well anyways, i have something to tell ya, y/n-chan!" atsumu beamed as he slung his arm around her shoulder "i was supposed to tell you this, but that was before suna stole ya from me!!" atsumu hissed at the brunette

suna didn't reply, but simply flipped the blond off in response. "what is it, tsumu-kun?" she asked him as she discarded herself of her haori "i want ya to meet a friend of mine tomorrow" he said

"oh that's nice! i'd love to meet them!" she beamed happily "but one thing to consider" atsumu said in a warning tone. he threw a bottle of sanitizer at her and a pack of masks and latex gloves.

"we gotta make sure yer clean"

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hklnvgl · 3 years

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For the fic prompts! Pynch + You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now… AND/OR Just please be my friend right now, not the guy i just confessed my love to

(this is set the same night of that church scene in bllb)

Ronan wasn’t going to pick up. He’d actually been planning to throw his phone as far as his headphones cord allowed as soon as he managed to make his hands stop shaking for the second it would take to plug the stupid thing.

But he’d involuntarily looked down at the screen when his phone had gone off in his hand, and the screen read St. Agnes.

He let it ring.

He just wanted to make sure his phone didn’t die on him, put on his music and forget the past few hours. He maybe needed a beer for that. He didn’t trust his legs to carry him to the bathroom to get one, though, so he stayed put, still looking at the now-blank screen.

It started ringing again.

He picked up.

There was, of course, no nun on the other side. It was three in the fucking morning.

“Parrish?” he said, because all he could hear was a kind of muffled sound he really didn’t want to identify. At least Adam was breathing—unlike the body he’d just buried, behind the barn where Ronan and Matthew would always hide when playing hide and seek with Declan, before Declan stopped wanting to play—

“Ronan,” Adam finally muttered. It was a ragged sound, very unlike Adam Parrish.

Ronan stood up.

“Parrish?”

Adam didn’t have time to answer before Ronan’s battery ran out on him.

Ronan threw his phone against the wall his room shared with Noah’s, and then he also threw the jacket he’d just taken off—still splattered with mud and dirt and maybe dried blood that would perfectly match Ronan’s DNA—for good measure.

Breathing deeply, Ronan tied his shoes. He took another jacket and put it on. He didn’t wake Gansey when he passed by his bed.

His hands were still shaking when he parked in front of St. Agnes.

He found Adam kneeling in the office, still clutching the phone pressed to his right ear. For a moment, Ronan thought he was maybe talking to Blue. But Adam didn’t look up when Ronan came in—he kept staring into space, like when he was scrying.

“Parrish,” Ronan said. Adam blinked. When Ronan came closer, he could hear the disconnected call tone coming from the phone. Adam didn’t fight him when he removed the handset from his curled fingers. “Adam.”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You’re there. What the fuck.”

But Adam didn’t seem to be there. He just nodded when Ronan suggested they go upstairs. The door had been left open, which was something Adam never did.

“You lost your key or something?”

Adam seemed to wake up then.

“Ronan,” he said, as if surprised to see Ronan there, as if Ronan wouldn’t come after a call like that, after a day like that. “You died,” he whispered.

Ronan didn’t need a reminder.

“Yes, I was there, fuck you very much. The fuck happened here?”

“I made you kill yourself,” Adam said, still in a too-brittle voice, “and then I left you alone, and I wanted to call you and I know I really should not have because—”

“You called me.”

“I did?”

“I’m gonna close the door,” Ronan said.

“What for?”

The night was getting weirder by the minute. Ronan opened Adam’s tiny fridge, to see if Blue had left yogurt around here like she did at Monmouth all the time.

“Wouldn’t want you to get robbed.”

Adam didn’t smile at the joke. Ronan was about to try again, about how Adam should find himself a bigger fridge to be able to fit a total count of one butter stick and three eggs and a beer can that Ronan was pretty sure he had left there himself something like a month ago, but something made him pause.

“Did someone rob you, Parrish?” he asked.

“What? No, of course not. What would anyone want to steal from here?”

“Dunno. You’ve been acting weird.”

“I haven’t,” Adam said.

“Why did you call me?”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“No refunds.”

“Sorry, then.” After that, Adam stayed quiet.

“You didn’t make me kill myself. It was a dream. Shit happens,” Ronan said, because he didn’t want Adam to start drifting away again, like he had before.

“That’s—I can’t be what you need me to be. I’m not even who you think I am—This is just—”

“Some of us can’t follow that brilliant brain of yours, Parrish. You’re gonna have to slow down.”

“I know, Ronan.” For maybe the first time since Ronan had arrived, Adam looked at him. “I know how you feel. About me, I mean. And I’m—I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, because I really cannot—Right now, I can’t—I couldn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ronan said, because apparently he had driven here just to be rejected to his face, but Adam was the one blinking suspiciously fast for whatever reason.

Adam didn’t listen.

“I just wanted someone to be here, and all I could think was about you, and how you make me feel better when you’re here, but the very fact that I wanted to ask you to come and comfort me after what happened earlier, after what I just told you—God, shit, I’m such a terrible person, why can’t you see that? You died and still I call you here to—”

“To what. Why did you call me? Why did you want me to comfort you,” he sneered, “tonight?” Tonight, after they’d fought, after Ronan had left to bury his own body, after something had shaken Adam so badly that he’d felt the need to uncover all of Ronan’s secrets and poke at them until they bled.

Adam smiled. It was not a happy smile—he looked exhausted and miserable and like he was in pain. Suddenly, Ronan remembered when Adam had also looked like that—back before he’d moved out of the trailer, when he got back to school after missing class for a couple of days, walking stiffly and saying he had migraines when Gansey asked him about it during lunch.

“You should hate me, Ronan Lynch.”

Ronan came to sit down next to Adam.

“I’d need a very good reason for that.”

Adam nodded. “I can’t date you,” he said, with such a severity that Ronan wondered if he truly believed Ronan would just stand up and leave him in the middle of this breakdown he was having because he had just been friendzoned, or something.

“I can get over you not liking me back, Parrish.”

Adam shook his head.

“But I like you,” he muttered. “I just can’t date you.”

Ronan would be having nightmares about this moment for the foreseeable future. That was fine. What was one more thing to add to the pool, right?

“Okay,” he said, even though nothing was okay. “Look, man, you don’t gotta tell me shit. But something’s clearly not okay and I don’t really know what you’re talking about but—shit, Adam. What the fuck.” Yes, Ronan was totally panicking now, because Adam Parrish was crying.

“My dad came earlier,” Adam whispered, and furiously started wiping at his eyes, as if he was embarrassed.

“Fucking shit. Adam.” Ronan was also whispering, but he actually felt like yelling, it was just not enough air in the room for that. Adam was supposed to be safe here. That was the whole point. Adam needed to be safe and happy and very far away from pieces of shit who looked at him and for some wrecked reason their brains told them it was a good idea to hurt this marvelous boy until he believed the marvel had fled from him.

“You okay?” Ronan rasped, leaning closer so that he could inspect Adam better. “Did he hurt you?”

Adam’s breath caught on a sob, but he shook his head. Ronan of course didn’t believe that for a second—Adam’s face might not have been spurting any fresh bruises, but he had gotten hurt all right.

“Okay. Okay, shit. What do you need.”

“Just—please? Can you be my friend right now, and not the guy I just confessed to?”

Ronan snorted. Yes, now was not the time to talk about that. Holy shit.

“Of fucking course, dipshit. Come here. Hug time.” He opened his arms. Adam fell into them. There, the easiest thing in the world—why couldn’t everyone else see that? Adam sniffled and buried his nose deeper into Ronan’s clavicle. Ronan tightened his embrace around his waist, hoping Adam would guess right and take it to mean Ronan was not going to leave.

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onabikaa · 4 years

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An utter mess of rambling thoughts, feel free to ignore

Rewatching ep 11 and this honest to god the most desi soap opera shit i’ve seen.

The final villain was grandma all along. And of course, her lackey who works for the family. (We predicted this shit by ep 4 but it never really occurred to me that it would actually be canon??)

Grandma compares Haru and Daisuke to Daisuke’s parents, and how “her son too was distracted—by a woman.” ( this is already so blatant lmao)

We have this expression in my language that means to destroy a family, translating directly to “set fire to” . She was the one who “set fire to” Shigemaru and Sayuri’s relationship. She laments how she shouldve done the same with Haru and Daisuke, shouldve “peeled Haru away” since the beginning to avoid repeating history.

Again, a standard example of a desi soap opera trope- the main villain (for some reason almost always a woman) wants to separate the star-crossed lovers, usually to avoid the heroine replacing her as the head of the family

(Anyone else noticed that Daisuke gave up his badge to Haru at the same table that Sayuri and Shiggy separated ways??)

(And the fact that both Sayuri and Haru share names with flowery connotations)

Not really ep 11 exclusive but now that i think about it

(This is mostly a joke pls dont @ me)

✅ Rich, classy young dude

✅conventionally attractive ( a necessity. Preferably a bad boy with dark past where parents mysteriously die. And abs. Cant forget the abs. otherwise, how else are we supposed to root for the hero??)

✅ a seemingly apathetic jerk who butts heads with the heroine right off the bat, first meeting goes royally fucked.

✅ is intrigued by the heroine who manages to defy his expectations

I mean, it’s not canon but a mutual pointed out that Daisuke probably never saw Haru as common (unlike Suzue) because he saw him shine his best upon first meeting and how you probably can never see that person as “common” ever afterwards. I think about this everyday, and i love my moot for it

Anyway,

✅ heroine who cares deeply for other people, is high-strung and defiant towards the hero but is generally quite kind

✅ eventually caves in to the hero’s persistence

✅ Is also 99% of the time the love interest

Hero learns to listen and eventually matures into a more down to earth person

The heroine’s ex probably comes into play later somewhere

(In this case, fortunately, the ex doesnt show up as a a salty bitter former love interest #2

Oh yeah he does. Initially.

Wait is Ryo the ex or just some poor dude with an unrequited crush??

If it’s the latter, then Ryo fits the trope of the friendzoned guy who eventually resigns to seeing off the heroine with the hero, knowing that he is happier with him

?? What else did i miss

Oh right, the Hong Kong date where Haru was like. “Street food? Street food!”

Daisuke: of course anything for you babe, hold on. *flies a fucking helicopter to the middle of nowhere*

Date ends in disaster

IM MISSING SO MUCH STUFF BUT GOD THE WHOLE ANIME REALLY IS JUST A KDRAMA ISNT IT

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #daisuke kambe #daiharu #millionaire detective #haru katou #balance unlimited #daisuke x haru #hoshino ryo #suzue kambe #ona speaks #tropes #tv tropes #memes

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watchinglikeafangirl · 3 years

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Analysis of Shu Yi and Shi De

The second season of We best love is about to start in less than two weeks but until then, I fill the gaps by writing this alysis because I like this show for several reasons. The characters and their chemistry is incredible and the way the show is made is lovely. It is a perfect example of a BL without a forced plot twist and an even more artificial created drama.

I'm not gonna summarize the story here cause I believe you've watched the show already and I just want to say that I write this text after the first season finished and after the special episode came out. Let me tell you, I'm scared what's going to happen next season but I look very forward to it.

Anyway, let's start with the characters and especially Shu Yi. Shu Yi is a short-tempered, impulsive, narcisstic, childish and ambitious person. He snaps as soon as anyone criticizes him or seems to know his reason for action out. It's more like a protection of his emotions like Zheng Wen said: "He looks like he doesn't care much but he always keeps things to himself" which we see when Shu Yi visits Shi De's home for the first time. He is nervous but doesn't admit it ("Why would I be [nervous] if you're not") until Shi De confirms "I'm very nervous". Only then, Shu Yi says "I'm just as nervous as you are", so he's very closeted about his emotions which is also why Shu Yi gets very defensive when Shi De knows why he jumped in the pool and looks a bit surprised that Shi De has figured him out when Shi De says "You don't have to act strong when you are sad." Talking about the scene in the pool, this scene is also a great example for Shu Yi's impulsiveness. He gets sort of friendzoned and is very heartbroken about it. What does he do? He immediately jumps in the pool to die. Why not? Shi De saved him anyway but more to that later. There are many things in which Shu Yi is impulsive and simply demands things or acts like he does whenever he wants to. He asks Shi De to sing him to sleep because he's "used to listening to some music before going to sleep", he tries to get Shi De's phone but this attempt ends rather in an embarassing funny scene than him getting what he wants but the thought came out of the blue and he just goes through with it. Also, he screams at the city how much he likes Shi De which is extremely impulsive and shows how much he lives and feels in the moment. He's a very spontaneous person and so euphoric about his love confession that he just screams at the city. It also shows that he is narcicistic because he simply doesn't care about others. He doesn't even care that Shi De is embaressed because he wants to make it clear and felt like rather screaming at the world than repeating it again, so Shi De will definetely believe him. Shu Yi is childish too which is only shown in the first two episodes when he pulls a few very harmless pranks on Shi De which don't have the wished effect and Shi De is just happy about it because he knows now that Shu Yi sees him which is all he ever wanted. Shu Yi's always playing games and gets very angry when he doesn't win. This behavior comes from his nature being all in, all the time. He's so much invested in the happiness and the kick of adrenalin that he doesn't care about anything else. And of course, he's very ambitious about it. He wants to win against Shi De his whole life. In the flashbacks but also in the present and even after they are together.

Shi De in contrast is a very closed, shy, sensitive and selfless person who likes to overthink every step he takes. Overall, Shi De lives more in his head than in the real world which he says about himself "I feel like I'm still dreaming. I still can't believe you like me" which is why he sort of forgets to tell Shu Yi that he's going to America or at least hasn't figured out a way to do so. Also he is a person who gets shy very easily like in the scene when he first admits his feelings to Shu Yi but Shu Yi's reaction is not the most positive one so Shi De pulls back and says it was a joke. He's sensitive and immediately cries after Shu Yi kisses him on the bridge. Again, showing that he dreamt of this moment for so long that he can't believe it's actually happeneing and he gets all emotional about it. Like Shu Yi did but his tears were there out of a different reason. Shu Yi was overwhelmed by himself, admitting his feelings in such a grand gesture and he was also frustrated because Shi De pulled away. And Shi De cried because he couldn't believe this was happening to him. Like a teenager receiving his first kiss. He's all about befriending Shu Yi and made a whole plan for this but didn't expect Shu Yi to actually fall for him and is not prepared for it, so he pulls away when Shu Yi tries to kiss him. Because he lives so much in his head that he doesn't go through with it. Even after his mom encourages him, he does nothing because he thinks the moment has passed and it would be a waste of energy. But the whole plan before the kiss was rather selfless and now he's supposed to show his feelings and be completely real. The whole time he tried to get closer to Shu Yi in order to become his friend and even offers him advice on how to deal with the heartbreak and all that. He loves Shu Yi so much that he cares most about his happiness and only kisses Shu Yi in the pool so he'd feel worthy of some love. Shu Yi felt like he was dying and never going to receive true love and Shi De just kisses him to safe him and to return the favor. Shu Yi saved him way back when and Shi De loves him since that day. He feels like he has to return the favor and wants to save Shu Yi emotionally too, so he helps him get over a heartbreak and ignores his romantic feelings towards him. This selflessness even gets more shown when they talk about the fact that Shi De likes Shu Yi but Shu Yi doesn't like him back and he just accepts it painfully. Shi De even gives him the advice to not look for a woman because of him but because he truly likes one of them. He is so selfless, he takes the whole resposibility and says "Yes, I like you. But it's none of your business." A very strong statement if you think about how much this must've hurt him. Letting your love go and say that they shouldn't care about your romantic feelings because they can't do anything about it is pretty rough and very sad.

What they both have very much in common is that they are not very much open about how they look on the inside though they hide different things. Shu Yi keeps his emotions to himself but is honest and Shi De keeps his thoughts to himself but shows his emotions.

Their relationship is very special and their friendship develops from zero contact to kissing quickly but still in a realistic way. Shu Yi hates Shi De at first but I still don't think it was real hate, but more to that later. Then he just thinks that Shi De is a mean person, using the video against him and tricking him into becoming his page boy. But in the infirmary and after a few bonding time moments Shu Yi actually calls him "friend" which makes Shi De the happiest person on earth. We all know, the kiss in the infirmary when Shu Yi "was asleep" changed everything for them and Shu Yi says he doesn't want to fall for a man which is interesting because he's not saying "I'm not gay" or stuff like that. In fact the word "gay" is never said in the whole series. He simply says that because he knows it would be easier to live in society when he would be with a woman. Being with a man would cause some problems with very unkind people and would affect everything in his life. It's an interesting and totally comprehensible thought and distances We best love very much from the often used "I'm not gay"-conflict because none of them tries to put a label on the relationship and I totally admire this show for that. It's refreshing and shows exactly that love is about the feelings and nothing else. Shi De's mom says something very nice about it: "If you feel satisfaction when you look at him, then you've found the right person." ... Anyway, after Shu Yi says that, Shi De decides to leave his life but Shu Yi is angry at him. He sees Shi De's feelings as his business because he himself developed some for Shi De. And then we get the scene on the bridge which every fan is dying for. Again, underlining that love is about the feelings when Shu Yi says "Because it's you. I have no choice."

The aspect Shu Yi accepts to become Shi De's page boy shows how much he depends on Shi De. Even if he doesn't see it, he does. Like Yu Xin says, Shi De has been there his whole life to always save him from difficult situations and he is curious about him. Shi De follows him everywhere and I think Shu Yi just wants to know why. His whole ambition depends on Shi De which is why he never wins against him. He could if he really wanted to. But Shi De is his motivation. A person who is always better that you can be very frustrating but when you're at the top, you won't feel like you have a goal worth fighting for. So, Shu Yi wants to figure Shi De out and that's why he accepts the job. Because he doesn't need a job. We've all seen, Shu Yi is very rich. He doesn't need money and it's not like he cares much about others. So, the only explaination is that he wants to get to know Shi De (because Shi De would've never released the video) and the hatred from the beginning wasn't really one. In fact I think Shu Yi never hated Shi De. Shi De is too nice of a person to be hated and even Shu Yi is not that cold. He hated that Shi De was better than him but doesn't hate him as a person because he relies on him in everything.

What I ask myself is if Shi De has a emotional disorder too or why is he acting so strange? First, he falls for a kid that showed slight concearn towards him. Secondly, he decides to beat this kid in every discipline just to be noticed. And he keeps going on like this for more that ten years. Thirdly, he maipulates Shu Yi to become his friend. He would even break a couple off and take advantage of it (I don't belive he was joking when he said that). Or maybe he's just very socially awkward but it seems a bit weird and he lived in a fantasy for most of his life. A fantasy that could've easily become reality if he would've just talked to Shu Yi instead of making him angry and hating him. What was Shu Yi supposed to think? How would he ever realise Shi De likes him? And the way he tricked Shu Yi into becoming his page boy was so cheeky. Filming someone during a heartbreak just to have a reason to spend time with him is a bit odd and I think Shi De enjoys himself a bit too much sometimes. He does this move with basically blackmailing Shu Yi in such a sassy way and turns into the bastard Shu Yi thinks he is, it's very funny but not socially smart. Shi De is such a weirdo that I ask myself if he has an emotional disorder or he is just very, yeah, weird.

This whole show seems like Shu Yi is the protagonist but they just tricked us into believing that. Shi De is the real protagonist and Shu Yi is just portrayed in his perspective. I mean, they both are the main roles but it's more about Shu Yi from Shi De's point of view. That's why there aren't as many examples for the bad sides of Shu Yi because Shi De thinks "he's just cute". It all starts with Shi De's voice talking and then Shu Yi gets introduced. But the first scene we see Shu Yi is a scene in which Shi De is also seen. And Shi De's mom gets introduced at some point. We don't know Shu Yi's dad. We only know him from one scene and this scene seems to be important because it's the moment Shu Yi's dad comes to the picture. Shi De never knew him before, but now he does and we see him. And the special episode underlines this even more because even if Shu Yi is in the wrong when he saw Shi De sitting there with a baby in his arms, we never get the feeling that Shu Yi is in the wrong. Shi De is always blaming himself and only sees the mistake on his side. He apologizes to Shu Yi several times and thinks he did something very wrong. I mean, he broke his promise but what I want to focus on is that Shu Yi is never portrayed as wrong. Even though he misjudged the whole situation, Shi De thinks him being mad is his fault.

We best love is really good because of the acting, the story and the characters. It all makes it a masterpiece with special feelings. Like I said, there's no drama in the usual way. Shu Yi overhears Shi De is going to America but he doesn't go away in silence and is mad at Shi De who wouldn't know what happened. No, he stops hiding and instantly asks him like normal people in a healthy relationship would do as well. Who is mad at their partner without telling them why? That's not how relationships work and that's also not how this show works. It's a big pluspoint for me because I'm sick of all the senseless drama to fill another two episodes. Every movie or series is like that and I'm relieved We best love is not. Also, the non-existence of the inner conflict and homophobia is nice to see. I mean, of course, many people have problems with outing themselves because of their environment or they struggle with admitting it to themselves and that's very much okay. And it's good that shows address these problems but not every environment is homophobic and not everyone has the struggle of self-acceptance. It was nice to watch a show that has none of these conflicts and made their love seem rather normal than something out of the ordinary.

I'm waiting for the second season and I hope they will figure everything out and be completely honest with each other because they still keep a lot to themselves.

#we best love #we best love: no 1 for you #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #shu yi #shi de #shi de x shu yi

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fckaugust · 3 years

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actually ✍ ( ignore the other one, i'm indecisive )

✍: for what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

disclaimer: this is all hypothetical, of course ! also, all spelling errors he inevitably would’ve made have been corrected with the exception of jake gyllenhaal’s name.

november 17th, 2010:

today that nice guy mx took me to meet a couple people he’s friends with. they were all pretty cool i guess, but it was kinda weird because apparently a lot of them knew i ‘replaced’ this guy named eddie. maybe i’ll try to meet him. anyway, one of them was named syrelle (i think) and i think she was my favorite. she was really nice and honestly very pretty too!

november 18th, 2010:

update: it’s spelled cyrelle. with a c.

november 22nd, 2010:

cyrelle learned i was born (and partially bred, you know my story! you’re me!) in west virginia and had me watch this movie called ‘october sky.’ she was talking the whole time so i don’t really know what it was about, but that’s okay. i think i liked that better than just the general concept of watching a movie in the first place. she’s really smart. like... really smart. i also didn’t really know what she was talking about because she’s so smart, but i still liked it a whole lot. she gave me a copy of the dvd. i looked it up to see if it seemed like i should watch it without cyrelle. apparently it’s a combo of our worlds, if you will: west virginia and space. and jake gylenhal jake gyllinhall jake gillenhall jake gyllenhall (sp?).

january 4th, 2011:

so apparently cyrelle’s mom’s some kind of famous actress? i don’t know. there seems to be a lot of weird judgment going on about her family which... i don’t get? everyone has weird family things going on. unless she’s part of the manson family (and i don’t think they were actually related or really a family... right? also wasn’t that in the 60s? rip sharon tate), WHO CARES ABOUT LOCAL DRAMA?!?!?!

july 18th, 2013:

so ‘the conjuring’ is coming out tomorrow. i think i might try to actually ask cyrelle to hang out - like, go to the movies with me, that kind of hang out. the one you see in movies.

july 21st, 2013:

ignore july 18th, re cyrelle. i didn’t send the text and i don’t think i will. i’m gonna be that guy who says he’s in the ‘friendzone,’ ew. i hope someone punches me if i ever say that or call myself a ‘nice guy’. or wear a fedora. so anyway, [ stuff about other people ].

september 20th, 2014:

i was so worried cyrelle and [insert various other names] were in there. i hate that i was thinking about all of them and i still couldn’t just... go in. i was so close. and now nina’s dead because i’m a damn coward. and george is dead because i didn’t do a damn thing even though i was so fucking close to it. all it took were five goddamn steps. and i just kept thinking... you selfish idiot. if you go in, you’re a selfish idiot because you just wanna be a big damn hero. if you stay here, you’re a selfish idiot because you’ll let your friends burn to a crisp. i’m really glad cyrelle and [the other names] weren’t there. rachel was though, and now she might be blind. we’re not close enough for me to know all the details yet, but i know it’s not... good. and jesse’s face is all disfigured which is unfair because he actually saved people. at least i finally have proof that karma doesn’t exist.

november 28th, 2014:

i wonder how everyone else is doing... i wonder if they even wanna talk about it. i wonder if cyrelle is okay.

july 16th, 2018:

jesse keeps calling me. i don’t know why he hasn’t stopped yet. i know why. so i don’t know why he keeps calling - how he hasn’t gotten the message yet. but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t wonder every now and again how cyrelle’s doing. it’s been hard to keep in touch with most of my old friends, we’re all unreachable for one reason or another. i think the only person still even kind of keeping us together is mx...

october 15th, 2018:

he’s dead. i saw it coming and i didn’t do shit about it. a goddamn idiot. who else am i gonna lose now? and i don’t just mean to substances or a lack of communication. i’ve lost a lot of people that way. but to death. to literal death, probably caused by substances. i’m so fucking scared cyrelle’s gonna be next, but we haven’t talked in so long i shouldn’t just go fucking meddling. there’s no point in pulling a jesse. dean didn’t fucking listen to me about mx, so who the hell’s to say cyrelle would listen to me about herself? and why should she even care? what are we to each other anymore, just acquaintances? it’s so fucking funny how people can leave your life as quickly as they came into it. maybe i’ll be next. it’d be a lot easier that way.

october 29th, 2019:

it’s cyrelle’s birthday today. i don’t think anyone’s having a good one anymore, at least not the people who aren’t coping well. i haven’t had any good ones that i can remember. but i still hope something good happened. maybe neil degrasse tyson finally admitted he was mutually feuding with her? i don’t know. we all have so little time.

march 23rd, 2020:

happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me. happy birthday mr. carpenter. happy birthday to me. i never liked birthdays, i didn’t want people to wish me happy them. but i never actually thought about what it’d be like to not hear it once i started hearing it. cyrelle, mx, nina... it’s weird. it’s odd that only one of those three is still alive. physically.

february 27th, 2021:

i haven’t tried to talk to cyrelle again. she hasn’t tried to talk to me again. i don’t know why i’m still writing about her. consider this my last entry. forever. it’s been real, my sweetest friend.

THE REMIX:

february 28th, 2014:

so many entries are gone. so i guess i’m writing about her again, but now i can write about anyone... because we’re all alive? it’s kinda tragic, isn’t it? we talked. it really was like it was 2014 again, but before all the bullshit happened. i don’t know which is more tragic: having to face up to all the dead people who don’t know they died and will probably die again, or having to face up to all the lost friends and recognize that so much time has passed but so little has too. i don’t wanna miss it this time around -- this might be the only good part of being 22 again. but i also don’t want to sacrifice our second chance. but even if i do... what will it matter in the long run? it’s just gonna repeat itself. why get my hopes up for anything different?

#answer !#ft. cyrelle #imagining august keeping a pink diary with a pink fluffy pen.#cyrellea

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BTS Reaction || Drunken Confessions [BFF Series]

SeokJin:

Spending the night with friends seemed like a good idea at the time but now you were currently wanting to go home and sleep off all of the alcohol, you knew it was starting to affect you so you pulled out your phone, standing outside of the club you had just been in and scrolling until you found “J-Hope’s” number. It rang a few times before someone finally picked up on the other end, you stumbled backwards leaning against a brick wall and letting the cold air hit you, sobering you a little.

“Hobiiiii, can you come and get me. I miss my bed and RJ.” You whined into the phone, on the other end a sleepy Jin was confused as to why you were calling him by J-Hopes nickname, he sat up in bed and looked at the time wondering why his best friend of seven years was calling him at this time in the morning.

“Where are you?” He questioned, rubbing his eyes and looking around his room in the dorms for some clothes to change into.

“You sound like Jinnnn…I’m at Koko’s.” You giggled looking at the name of the club before sitting on the floor and trying to stop the world from spinning around you.

“I’ll be right there, want me to stay on the phone?” You hummed in response to his question and you could hear who you still thought was J-Hope rushing around to do something.

“Hobi…does Jin ever talk about me? Like…Like how I talk about him to you?” You questioned laying your head against the brick and closing your eyes.

“How do you talk about him?” He questioned, now enjoying the fact you had no idea it was Jin you were actually talking to, you giggled at his question and then bit down on your lip.

“Hobi no joking at a time like this, I’m serious…do you think he would ever be interested in me like I am in him?” The line was silent except the sound of his engine as he drove into the town to find you.

“You’re right…of course he wouldn’t, he’s worldwide handsome and I’m just…me.” You scoffed kicking the floor beneath you and then looking over at your group of friends all getting into a cab together, they knew you always went home with Hobi since he was your best friend.

“I love him Hobi, I know I need to get over it at some point but it’s just hard…whenever I see him my stomach does that stupid butterfly thing, you know the thing. Maybe I should stop being near him for a while but it’s so hard when he’s been my best friend for so long, I feel like I should stay in the friendzone but it’s so hard Hobi…So hard.” Jin stayed quiet as he parked around the corner and began walking down the street, he spotted you, sat on the floor, head against the wall as you continued to speak down the phone to him.

“You always such a good listener Hobi, you know that- Jin is in front of me…Hobi. Now would be a good time for you to say something to me, I’m not drunk enough to hallucinate.” Jin began laughing at you as you spoke to him and not Hobi, you pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the caller ID and wanting to the entire ground around to swallow you whole, you glanced at your friends as their cab door closed and then to Jin who was making his way over.

“So, you love me?” He questioned, helping you stand up on your feet, the heels killing you as you did so.

“No…No I knew it was you.” You tried to defend but it clearly wasn’t working, Jin bent down a little before picking you up and carrying you, your feet thanking him and you wanting to die from embarrassment.

“I’m just drunk.” You defended again trying to look away from him so he wouldn’t see the blush on your face, but he could already see your ears turning red and your cheeks having that slight pink tint to them.

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” He grumbled putting you into the passenger seat of the car, reaching across you and doing up the belt so you were safe in the car, he looked into your eyes staying in the doorway of the car.

“I love you too.” You blinked at him as he shut the door and walked around the front of the car and getting into the driver’s seat and starting it up.

“You do?” He just nodded and pulled out of the car park, going onto the roads and taking you back to your place where he would make sure you got some decent sleep.

Yoongi:

Weddings weren’t your idea of fun, but your best friend dragged you along so she wouldn’t have to suffer alone since they weren’t her thing either, you were currently standing at the bar waiting to be served when you heard your name being drunkenly called from beside you, you looked over at the person calling you to see none other than Yoongi, your childhood crush and best friend sitting there with a drink in his hand.

“Yoongi,” You greeted with a smile, he was drunk, you didn’t know he was going to be here tonight, he looked wasted though and was rocking a little on his chair, a gummy smile plastered across his face as he looked at you dressed up. Yoongi had been your best friend ever since you grew up together, you would always be with each other whenever you were both free.

“I’ll take a shot of Vodka please.” You said to the bartender who finally came over to you, you saw Yoongi slide over to your side and you ignored him keeping your eyes forward.

“Make it two.” He slurred to the tender who then poured two shots of Vodka in front of you, you took yours in your hand and downed it before putting the glass down and turning around to look for your friend around the room.

“You here alone?” He questioned, turning around with you and looking around, you spotted your friend who was leaving the hall with a man following close behind her.

“I am now.” You sighed sitting on the barstool next to him and ordering another drink for yourself.

“Pretty girls should never drink alone.” He said, ordering himself a drink and you watching him as he began to drink from the glass, he stared at you and then smiled again.

“You’re smiley tonight Yoongi,” You mentioned sipping on your glass and then glancing in his direction, the smile still not faded from his lips. He was looking into your eyes now, and you studied his facial features, he looked as handsome as ever. Dressed up in a black suit and white shirt with a black bow tie on, he looked as if he was in the wedding and not just a guest unlike you, who was dressed in a random red dress you found in the back of your wardrobe and put on some flat shoes not wanting to wear heels all day and night.

“I’m smiley because of you…it was a nice surprise to see the most beautiful girl in the world here tonight.” You almost choked on the drink you’d gulped from while he spoke, his eyes still not leaving your face, you put the glass down and stared at him.

“You’ve had too much to drink.” You laughed shaking your head at him but he was shaking his head at you.

“You always do that, you always put yourself down and laugh about it, I’m not having it.” He stated standing up on his feet and taking your hand in yours, pulling you out of the function room.

“Yoongi, where are we going?” You quizzed but he stopped in front of a mirror and stood you in front of it, pulling his hand out of your grasp.

“Look. Beautiful, stunning, funny, sweet…everything a guy could ever want.” You laughed looking down at the floor but he titled your head back up to look into his eyes since you were shorter than him.

“You’re just saying all of this cause you’re drunk.” You whispered not wanting to talk about the subject anymore, but he shook his head, eyes boring into yours.

“I’m saying it because I am in love with you…I know I’m not the greatest at showing my feelings but…I am in love with you.” Then before you could even process the words coming from him, his lips were on yours, you were stunned at first but kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Hoseok:

You were sitting on the floor in front of the dorm front door, leaning against it as you banged your fist for Hoseok to come and answer it

“Hobi! Answer the door.” You pleaded, banging on the dorm door for him to come and answer, you heard shuffling behind the door but you continued to bang against it until it opened and you fell at the feet of J-Hope he looked concerned, you giggled looking up at him and he smiled softly.

“I missed you.” You said struggling to get up off the floor but managing to stand as you leant against the wall, J-Hope stayed silent as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his neck.

“I missed you too.” He said shutting the front door and pulling you further into the dorms, he sat you down on the sofa and went to fetch you a glass of water.

“The girls ditched me…told me they didn’t want to hear me going on and on all the time.” You sighed sitting with your legs crossed on the sofa and swaying a little on the spot, he came back with water and two painkillers for you, you thanked him and took them, chugging back the glass of water and smiling triumphantly at him as you finished.

“What were you going on and on about?” He chuckled helping you stand again, taking you towards his bedroom, you’d been best friends ever since you could remember and he’d always been there for you.

“The usual stuff.” You stated, going into the bathroom and doing your teeth looking yourself in the mirror, your makeup was ruined and your hair was a mess, Hoseok came into the room with one of his shirts and put it on the towel rack for you.

“Can I have some wipes?” You questioned sitting on the side of the bathtub, he came over taking off the makeup for you, you watched him as he did this.

“What’s the usual stuff? Books? Music?” He questioned, carefully removing the false lashes you had on and putting them into the bin, coming back over and removing the rest of your makeup being careful to not hurt you.

“You.” You admitted, your brain not being able to function from the alcohol running through your system, he continued what he was doing.

“Oh, about how close we are?” He questioned throwing the wipes away and coming over to tie your hair up for you, you shook your head laying it on his chest as he was stood in front of you.

“About how in love with you I am.” He stopped, you just stayed still your head against him.

“In love with me?” You nodded pushing him away and taking the top from the towel rack.

“Yes and about how stupid I am because you’re clearly not interested in my that way.” You pushed him out of the room and got yourself changed into his shirt, emerging from the bathroom a few moments later to find Hoseok still standing where you had pushed him to previously.

“They told me if I didn’t stop banging on about you they would leave me…and they did.” You grumbled laying down on his bed and pulling a Mang plush into your arms and snuggling against the pillows.

“So it’s your fault I was disowned if you weren’t so kind and sweet…I would still be with them.” He chuckled coming over to you and bending down onto his knees in front of you.

“We’ll talk more about it in the morning.” You grabbed his hand wanting him to stay with you.

“Cuddle me to sleep.” You begged, he got into the bed next to you and you turned over so your head was on his chest and arms around him, wrapping your legs between his.

“Goodnight Hobi, I love you.”

Namjoon:

You were an intern for BigHit but before that, you were best friends with Namjoon. He got you the job when he heard you wanted to get into the line of work and he thought it would a good idea to have you working with him, that and you would be able to spend more time together as best friends. You were currently in Malta with the boys helping them all shot for Bon Voyage, they were all outside laughing and joking around, they’d been drinking for most of the night and you watched from the doorway as Jin and Namjoon spoke about something, you didn’t catch the start of the conversation but giggled when you saw how silly they were being.

“I go…Fridge, Go. Go to take meat with me.” He said only making you laugh harder at him, he was clearly wasted, you moved down the stairs and into the fridge where he was coming to look for the meat and got it ready for him.

“You look like you’re having a good time.” You giggled, he smiled back at you and you laughed again shaking your head as he walked away, you following behind him and watching as he carefully made his way up the stairs and outside again.

It was time they started cooking and you watched as J-Hope picked them up with the tongs.

“They look like lips.” Namjoon laughed looking at them and then to the camera.

“Kiss Bro, sending a Kiss to Army.” He said with a giant smile on his face, you began giggling yet again and this caught Jin’s attention who only laughed harder as you laughed at your best friend.

“Kiss to Y/N!” Jin yelled looking at RM who turned to Jin and shouted.

“KISS TO Y/N!” You began laughing and moving away since you didn’t want to be picked up on the microphones by laughing, you headed down into the kitchen to start cleaning up for them.

You were too busy cleaning up you didn’t notice all of them going to bed, you were washing up the pots when someone snaked their arms around your waist and began moving side to side with you, you looked up and saw Namjoon, he leant his head down into the crook of your neck and smiled, you leaned back into his arms, surprised by the sudden affection coming from him, sure you were best friends but this was new.

“Thank you for being here…wouldn’t be the same without you.” He commented, his breath on your neck sending shivers up and down your spine as you continued to wash up.

“It’s my job.” You joked emptying the water and flicking some of the water from your hands on him and moving away to grab a towel, he pulled you back, your chest against his as he looked down into your arms, one of his arms still around your waist while the other cupped your face.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, trying to hide your blushing face but he forced you to look at him, staring down into your eyes as you stared up into his.

“I love you…” You were shocked, the confession of feelings coming from nowhere, he looked at you as if waiting for you to answer him back,

“I-” You were cut short by Jimin coming into the room laughing at something Jin had told him, he stared at you both, Namjoons arms still wrapped around you and cupping your face.

“THEY KISSED!” He screamed leaving the room,

“Who had bets on Namjoon confessing first?!” He screamed, you giggled shaking your head at him and then looking at Namjoon.

“I think we should talk when you’re sober.” You said pulling away from him but he wasn’t moving, his arm locked around you tightly, his other hand now coming down from your face to lock around your waist.

“We’ll talk about it now.” He demanded you tried your best not to laugh at him being so childish.

“I love you too, now go to bed…I hope you remember this in the morning.” You said before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and going back to cleaning up.

Jimin:

A/N: (R/G/N: Random girls name)

The familiar ringtone woke you up, you groaned turning over in your bed to look at the phone screen, the bright light waking you up instantly.

“Jimin? What is it?” You questioned as you sat up in bed to answer his calls. He was your best friend and hardly ever called you so late at night unless it was a matter of urgency, you knew something was wrong instantly when you didn’t hear him speaking but someone else.

“Ah, his name is Jimin…Okay, well you’re saved as an emergency contact so I called you first.” The words rang through your ears and you jumped out of your bed looking for pants as you spoke to the person on the phone.

“Where is he? Is he okay?!” You panicked grabbing your car keys and rushing out of your bedroom door and down the stairs of your apartment building.

“He’s okay, I just needed someone to come and pick him up. He’s been in my bar all night, and I don’t want to send him home with some arsehole driver.” You sighed in relief knowing he was okay set your mind at ease more, you walked out of the door and over to your car.

“What bar? I’ll be there as soon as possible, can you make sure he doesn’t leave.” The bartender agreed and gave you the address and you headed out.

“Jimin.” You said as you walked through the bar door, the whole place was empty except him and the bartender who was trying to give him some water.

“Y/N!” He called out, throwing his hands in their air excitedly, you smiled walking closer to him and hugging him in an awkward side hug.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” You said helping him stand up and paying for his bill, taking him out towards your car since you’d parked right out front.

“You’re the best.” He said as you sat him down, doing up his seatbelt and got into your side.

“I know.” You laughed turning onto the highway to take him back to the dorms, he chuckled watching you.

“Me and R/G/N broke up.” He stated out of the blue, you turned to look at him for a second before looking back up the road as you drove,

“Why?” No wonder he’d been drinking for most of the night, but he would normally call you if something was bothering so much which hurt knowing he didn’t think he could come to you with this.

“She told me I was in love with you and I had to get over it, if I didn’t she would leave…she left.” You began laughing and shaking your head at him.

“Well that’s nonsense, of course, you’re not in love with me…I’m like your annoying sister.” You said Jimin stared at you as you gazed forward at the road,

“No, she’s right.” You almost slammed your foot on the breaks but continued to drive like a normal person as he confessed his feelings for you.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day we met…I just didn’t admit it to myself until tonight.” He said putting his head back against the seat and closing his eyes, by now you were pulling into the driveway of the dorms.

“You love me?” You questioned turning off the engine and studying him, he nodded eyes still shut tightly.

“And you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t love me back. You see me as a brother and nothing more.” He was trying to find the door handle now with his eyes closed and you began giggling at him, he opened one eye to look at you and you shook your head.

“I love you too you big dork, come on before the boys come out here and find you in this mess.” You stated, getting out and coming around to help him out of the car.

Taehyung:

Jungkook was talking to you in the kitchen, you’d come along with Tae your best friend to a premiere party for the new season of Bon Voyage and he was currently standing in the dorm living room with the rest of the guys, drunk and talking about something that you weren’t paying attention to. You were busy trying to talk to Jungkook about some food you wanted, he’d convinced you to cook since you were both hungry and you were the better cook out of the both of you.

“Jungkookie I don’t want to.” You whined as he switched on the oven and got everything ready for you to cook with, you were both so lost in your own world you hadn’t noticed Taehyung standing in the doorway watching as you interacted together, he scoffed at the both of you before going to get himself another drink in the living room.

“She’s my best friend.” He grumbled to Yoongi who was standing next to him in the living room, Yoongi looked up from his phone and over to you and Jungkook, JK swinging you around in his arms as you refused to cook him pancakes at this time of night.

“Looks like JK wants to be more than that.” Namjoon chuckled at the sight of you both, you screamed as he dropped you on the floor playfully, Taehyung squeezed his beer bottle at the sight and then chugged the rest of what was inside.

“TaeTae…I’m tired.” You whined as you walked into his bedroom, he dragged you up the stairs with him after seeing you with JK laughing again, he was jealous.

“Then lets get some sleep.” He mumbled shutting the door behind you and handing you one of his shirts, this was nothing new at all you always did this, you’d stay over at his and wear his clothes to bed, snuggled up to one another, neither of you able to sleep unless you were hugging someone so it was natural you did it together, you saw no harm in it at all. You went to change in the ensuite while Taehyung changed in his room getting the bed ready for you both so it was warm.

“You okay Tae?” You questioned coming into the room, he was laying in the bed silently when normally he would wait for you to come out and talk for a bit, he stayed silent, turning away from you and pulling the sheets over himself.

“Weird.” You mumbled getting into the bed next to him, trying to cuddle him only to be shoved away by his shoulder,

“Go cuddle Jungkook.” He grumbled at you, you frowned pulling a plush TaTa towards you and snuggling against it.

“At least he wouldn’t be mean to me for no reason.” You snapped turning over and facing your back to his, you felt the bed shift and then Taehyung’s arm slip around your waist pulling you against him.

“Tae?” You questioned feeling his lips against your neck, you shivered your arms dropping from around Tata as he continued to leave a string of small kisses against your skin.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” He mumbled you said nothing, only turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, connecting your lips to his instantly.

“I love you,” He said pulling away from you, you nodded kissing him once again, turning over so you were straddling his lap.

“I love you too TaeTae.” You said inbetween the kisses.

Jungkook:

“Thanks for doing this,” Namjoon said as you picked him and a very drunk Jungkook up from outside a bar, they’d gone out to celebrate for Jungkooks birthday but you couldn’t join them since you’d been at work that night, it was now 3 am and you woke up to your ringtone for Jungkook going off in your ear so you instantly answered.

“He’s a little drunk.” Namjoon chuckled doing up their belts in the back of your car, you began driving towards the dorms where Namjoon told you to head when you heard mumbles coming from Jungkook in the back.

“I want to go to Y/N’s! I have to see her for my birthday,” Namjoon began laughing beside him and Jungkook told him to shut up and you giggled.

“Jungkookie I’m in the car.” You laughed at your best friend, he smiled instantly which made your heart melt as you looked at him in the review mirror before back at the road in front of you.

“Can you stay oveerrrrrr, it can be like old times.” He slurred at you, you hummed a response you were in your pyjamas, you didn’t have work the next day so it wouldn’t be a problem, glancing quickly at Namjoon for confirmation, he nodded and you smiled.

“Sure thing Kookie.”

You’d gotten Jungkook changed into some clothes for bed and you were about to brush his teeth for him and wash his face to sober him up a little when he grabbed your wrists, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

“I love you.” He groaned trying to look you in the eyes, you began laughing as you pushed some of the hair out of his face.

“Oh yeah? Which one of us are you referring to.” You joked at his drunken state, helping him stand up and taking him to the bedroom, laying him down in the bed and grabbing yourself a blanket to lay on the floor with.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, watching from the bed as you laid against the floor, shivering a little as it was cold.

“Going to sleep, like you.” You answered going to turn off the light but he was shaking his head.

“Come cuddle me.” He mumbled pouting a little, you giggled before crawling into the bed next to him, he wrapped his arms around you so you were laid against his chest, his heart rate racing as you touched him.

“I meant what I said…I love you. Both of you.” He said with a laugh, you giggled against his chest.

“You’re drunk Kookie, you don’t mean it.” You sighed closing your eyes and trying to relax in his arms but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Even if I wasn’t drunk I would still tell you I love you…maybe I wouldn’t actually… but the alcohol gave me the courage to finally confess.” You hummed, eyes closed as you drew invisible patterns against his skin to try and attempt to get him to sleep soon, which was working because his words became slower and he wasn’t rambling anymore.

“Goodnight Kookie.” You whispered against his chest, finally drifting off to sleep with him.

“Still love me?” You questioned him the next morning when you brought him pancakes and some painkillers, he blinked at you with wide eyes.

“I told you?” You nodded sitting down beside him and biting into your own pancakes.

“I didn’t think you meant it, so don’t sweat it too much.” You whispered a little hurt that he didn’t mean it.

“No…No I did. I meant it, every word I said probably…if I said I’d loved you since the moment we were friends, even with your terrible haircut.” You threw a blueberry at his head and he chuckled, leaning over and giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“I love you too Kookie.”

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity, kissing/making out, the yikes of being friendzoned

→ wordcount: 5.7k

You've never really thought about it before but now you realize that teachers do have a life outside of school.

They don't just sleep under their big, teacher desks at night and pop up in the morning right before the first bell rings. You know now that teachers, although with so much authority and intellect, are just humans—they have feelings, they have a life and they can also be your friend.

You beam as you look at your teacher as he lectures. A friend he was...

Your eyes shift up and down Jimin's figure and man, was it too sweet for your eyes. He's so good looking. Actually, even that was an understatement.

Your teacher's tight, white button-up shirt fits his figure just perfectly as his tie sit handsomely on his broad chest. His black jeans look strained on his muscular legs, and your eyes start moving up to settle specifically on his thighs. Goddamn.

Jimin pushes up his glasses (that he only wears in a classroom setting) and that motion draws you in to study his ethereal face. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his wide, almond eyes, adorable nose and those soft, plump lips. So beautiful, so surreal, so...

"Y/N? Y/N. Y/N!"

You jump a foot in the air. "Huh, what?" you shout, startled out of your mind. You know you probably sound like some twelve-year-old caught with porn and you mentally scold yourself for sounding so off-guard.

It gets worse when everyone in your math class laughs at you and you can feel your cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"I asked you a question," Jimin says as he points to a problem on the board.

You've always noticed that your teacher never ever cuts you slack for being his friend; he doesn't show favoritism, preferring to treat everyone quite equally, no matter how bad someone might take an L on his test. You always thought that was honorable of him, but now, you kind of wished he'd leave you alone to die in your ocean of humiliation.

Palms already sweaty from all the unwanted attention on you, your eyes shake as you squint at the problem. It's hard to focus on the numbers. "Oh shit," you mutter under your breath, but you've always been a loud mutterer.

Everyone laughs again.

Uneasy sparks blaze in your stomach. You hate how everyone is watching you, waiting and listening for anything out of place to ridicule your every move.

But you take a deep breath and the math problem seems to clear up in your vision. It's an easy one, thank god.

"22 pi over 7," you squeak quickly, ducking your head under.

"Hm? Speak a little louder, Y/N," Jimin says as he adjusts his glasses, craning his neck towards you as if he couldn't hear you.

Goddammit, Jimin.

"22 pi over 7!" you yell in the stupidest and shakiest voice ever to be heard by mankind.

Finally, the fire in your stomach burns out when Jimin nods. "Correct," he chuckles slightly, his eyes glinting a bit. " Try not to daydream too much, Y/N. Even geniuses need to pay attention."

The fire is back and hotter than ever, except it's not only in your stomach, it's everywhere in your body. So. Fucking. Humiliating.

Trying to cool yourself, you set your head down on the desk, looking at your shoes as if those dirty, black Watt Star Converse were something actually worth looking at for more than half a millisecond.

Damn. I used to never get distracted... What the fuck is wrong with me?

After school, you trudge to your math teacher's classroom, still embarrassed about the incident earlier. When you walk in, Jimin's erasing the whiteboard, his back facing you.

As quietly and quickly as possible, you set your stuff down at your desk in the front of the classroom and sit. I will not initiate conversation. He's gonna hate me for getting distracted during class.

But when your teacher turns around, he laughs warmly, eyes scrunching up in the way that you love most.

"Y/N, why so quiet today?"

You flinch. "Oh, uh, no reason." You always sound so suspicious when you lie to Jimin.

"C'mon, you look disturbed," your friend says as he sets the whiteboard eraser down, abandoning it to walk towards you. "What's the matter?"

Oh, you know, just simply embarrassed that I think my friend, my teacher is hot and got fucking distracted over his goddamn body during his class.

But you can't say that.

"Oh, um..." you trail off, racking your brain for a good excuse. But as smart as you are academically, you're as stupid as a guppy when it comes to making plausible excuses. "I'm on my period."

You cringe the moment the words leave your mouth. Why, Y/N, why the fuck—

You want to crawl in a hole when Jimin raises his eyebrows in question. "Oh," he says. You swear you see his face flush pink as he turns his back towards you again, walking towards his messy desk. "Did it start today?" he asks.

Okay, what now?

Now it's your turn to flush pink; you didn't think Jimin would ask questions about your fake female problems. "Uh, yeah," you lie. "The cramps distracted me." Feigning pain, you try to convincingly grasp your stomach.

Jimin looks up at you from his desk, his silky black hair falling loosely over his twinkling eyes. To your surprise, he's smiling. "It isn't the first time I heard that excuse, Y/N. I know what you're really like on your period, remember?"

Well, shit. You did remember, you had just hoped he didn't... But it was your darn luck that he did. What did you expect from your intelligent teacher?

Face steaming, you huff. "Oh, whatever!"

Jimin only laughs, his eyes nearly disappearing as his full lips open up to a breathtakingly beautiful smile. You gulp. There's no doubt about it.

You're crushing on your teacher; he's much more of a distraction than your period will ever be.

"Operation help Ji—I mean, Mr. Park starts now!" you announce as the members of your math club cheer loudly.

"I don't know what kind of fucked up nasty humans were mean to our teacher, but we're totally gonna show them!" Nicole declares, Sarah and August agreeing aggressively by her side.

"But the question is... how?" Jungkook asks shyly, scooting closer to you.

Very aware of his movement, you slightly squirm, but pretend nothing happened. "I was thinking of a math tutoring club? For anyone who wants tutoring or is failing the class," you say. "And that way, if asshole parents complain again, we'll be able to say that Mr. Park did everything he could to help them—he has a fucking club dedicated to passing his class!"

"Ingenius as usual," August laughs.

"And when would we start this club?" Sarah asks.

You grin, your eyes sparkling with ambition. "If we can, tomorrow."

"No, no, no!" you practically scream, hitting your favorite pencil against a packet of math problems aggressively. "For the last time, you can't divide x to get an answer! You're gonna lose solutions! Do you want to lose solutions? Do you want to lose that A?"

The teen you're tutoring looks about ready to cry but you honestly feel no remorse. She had been constantly checking her goddamn text messages, giggling over quite inappropriate texts about Jimin. It makes you sick.

If she thinks Jimin's so fucking hot, why doesn't she at least try to be good at math?

"Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down," a familiar, silvery voice calls.

Jungkook.

"I'm trying!" you protest, flinging up your hands.

Jungkook laughs, sliding into the chair next to you and looking at the girl you were tutoring.

"What are you having trouble with?" he asks the girl in such a silky, smooth voice that if someone told you he was an angel, you'd believe them.

"Everything!" the dumb girl wails.

You roll your eyes.

"Hey, hey, then let's start from the very beginning, okay?" Jungkook soothes, smiling softly.

Goddamn, I wish I was that patient.

You just start to zone out as Jungkook literally reteaches this girl how to factor. You honestly wonder how she even passed elementary school. But then again, you have to admit you're a little jealous that this girl has so many friends to text. Yet you'd rather be smart than be popular—that's just how you roll.

You pause. But it's not like you don't have friends. You just don't have that many. And I actually like all the friends I have for once...

You don't remember falling asleep when a large, warm hand gently shakes you awake. Your groggy eyes open to see Jungkook, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Tired, Y/N?" he chuckles.

The girl he's tutoring rolls her eyes. "Hmph. She yells at me for checking my messages but she does something even more unproductive," she grumbles.

Oh no. You did not just wake up to deal with attitude. You're not gonna have it. "Excuse me, but while I'm out here mastering linear algebra, you don't even know how to factor. Guess you had one too many hours of texting, huh?" you snap.

"Dayum," Jungkook mutters under his breath. He casually holds his hand out for a high-five, which you do, extremely dramatically.

"For your information, I know how to factor now," the girl huffs.

"For your information, that's a required skill for fifth graders," you bite back. "In addition—"

"As hilarious as this is," Jungkook interrupts, placing a hand on your arm, "You should calm down. It's a tutoring session, not a roasting session."

You sigh as the girl practically drools over your friend.

"Sure, Jungkook, sweetie. Thank you so much for your help so far," she giggles, flirtingly twirling her hair with her slender finger.

"Yeah, whatever," you reply as you feel Jungkook's hand slipping off your arm, the warm heat now gone.

Jungkook goes back to teaching the girl, oblivious of her seducing attempts. You roll your eyes as you look around the tutoring club—the turnout was better than you expected, honestly. For the first time in a classroom, however, you feel lost. You're not the best at teaching, (to be exact, you're the worst). Your patience is shorter than your height, (which is saying a lot), but everyone else in the math club seems to be teaching naturals.

Feeling a little guilty you can't do much to help out, you start to play with your pencil, twirling it around and doing cool tricks that you've accumulated over the years. But of course three minutes in, your hand loses grip of your writing utensil and it flings off, hitting the ground and starts rolling away from you.

Sighing irritably because you have to physically move to go get it, you stand up from your chair, crawling on the floor to reach your pencil. "Found you, you idiot," you tell your blue oxi-gel when you hear a light laugh coming from above you.

Facing forward, you come face-to-face with a pair of knees covered with smooth, black material. Looking up, you see your teacher smiling down at you.

"Were you actually talking to your pencil?" he teases, face set with a brilliant grin.

"I... uh..."

"God, what is this?" Jimin asks as he looks around his classroom filled with students. "Y/N, are you organizing a cult?" he whispers with a full grin plastered on his face.

"What no!" you protest as Jimin helps you stand up. "It was kinda supposed to be a surprise but..."

"It's a math tutoring club," Jungkook chimes in. "We're helping students reach that A, you know?"

"You guys made a tutoring club for me?" your teacher says, placing a hand to his heart. "I'm about to burst into tears."

You chuckle at Jimin's dramatized actions. "Well, no one deserves mistreatment. Ahem, especially not body objectification," you say as you glare at the girl Jungkook's tutoring. She rolls her eyes.

"Awww," Jimin coos. "You guys are amazing. You know what? We're ordering pizza, my treat!"

People cheer so loud your ears physically hurt.

You sigh out, clutching your full stomach as you slide into the shotgun seat of Jimin's nice car. "Damn... Since we already ate, does that mean we're not eating dinner at your house tonight?"

Jimin chuckles lowly. "Why? Wanted to go to my house?"

Your cheeks blush red as you shake your head aggressively. "No! I was just saying..."

"Well, I mean, we didn't have dessert yet, didn't we?" Jimin suggests, smiling. His fingers softly brush against yours as he reaches for your seatbelt, buckling it for you. "You always forget to wear your seatbelt, Y/N," he laughs. "You never know when I might fuck up on the road."

"Hmph!" you say, crossing your arms over your rapidly being chest. "Stop babying me! I was gonna put it on this time!"

"That's what you say every time," Jimin chuckles as he starts his car with a press of a button. "Now, cupcakes or brownies?"

"Huh? Um, cupcakes?"

"Great! We'll stop by the market to get some ingredients. We're going to learn how to bake!"

Oh no. Why did that sound like a disaster waiting to happen?

But surprisingly, it was a miracle waiting to happen. You stuff your face with aesthetic, black frosting, occasionally biting at the soft, plush bread. "To think we can bake cupcakes but not cook ramen right the first time," you chuckle.

"To be fair, we actually used directions," Jimin says, neatly slicing up his cupcake to eat piece by piece.

You scrunch your nose. "You look like a prince who's too snooty to eat with his own two hands."

"Or maybe I want to be hygienic? You know, unlike you," Jimin teases as you huff in response. Jimin pokes at you, making you turn to him in exasperation.

"What?" you sigh.

"I dunno... I never really got a chance to thank you..."

You raise your eyebrows, thoroughly confused. "I mean, but it was a team effort..." you try to say modestly. "Besides, I didn't do much of the teaching. I mean can you believe this girl didn't know how to fac—"

Jimin rushes in for a hug, knocking the wind out of you—you lose all train of thought, you lose your voice and all sense of functionality. All you can hear is your heart beating wildly in your chest and Jimin's steady breaths against your ear.

"Y/N... Thank you," he whispers, gripping you tighter. "I know it was you who came up with the idea. And I just—I'm so touched. When I told you my problems, I only expected you to listen, maybe, I don't know, sympathize? But you took my problems and found a solution, putting it into action. No one's ever done that for me before... I don't even know what to say..." your teacher trails off, still hugging you tightly. "I'm emotional, I know... But I almost broke down crying when I saw you and your friends hosting this club... all for me."

Your brain turns into mush at Jimin's heartfelt confession, and you can't help but hug him back, burying your face into his shoulder. Words can't seem to make it past your mouth—you can't afford to ruin the moment by saying something completely stupid.

But that's when you feel it. The rapid thumping of a heart. Except it's not yours—it's beating faster than yours.

It's Jimin's.

You walk into Jimin's class slightly earlier than usual, your phone pressed against your ear as you bob your head up and down, staying silent for a few seconds and then talking away.

"I know, I know, I miss you too, Jin," you say just as you slide into your comfortable seat, slipping your backpack off your aching shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too. Of course, I'm still alive!" you huff, rolling your eyes. "And no! I didn't burn the house down... yet. No, we don't eat ramen daily—we eat it every other day," you protest.

You're quiet again as Jin gives you a piece of his mind.

"Yes, I know ramen's bad for me," you sigh. "Fine. We'll try to make salad or something today. Mhm. Yeah. Yes, I'm in his class right now. No, Jin! I can't just hand my phone over to him, are you out of your mind? You can call him on his phone at some other time."

You sigh loudly as your cousin rambles on the phone. "Wait. What?!" you suddenly shriek, causing a few early-comers in the class to stare at you in shellshock. Quickly lowering your head in embarrassment, you aggressively grasp your phone with both hands. "What do you mean you're going to be away for another month?" you whisper angrily. "Are you serious? Why does the drama team have to be so good?"

Jin chuckles on the line as you pout. "I know, congrats and all but you've been away for too long. Stop teasing me, I just miss you!" you huff.

Your cousin attempts to explain himself as you sit through it all, nodding your head occasionally. "Okay, then," you say in a sad, defeated tone. "I guess, good luck... Anyways, I've got a test this period, gotta fly." You pause, frowning. "Of course I studied! Who do you think I am?! Yeah, well thanks, I'm pretty confident. Mhm. Yeah. Have fun. Love you too. Yup. Bye." Smiling softly, you end the call with your cousin, slipping your phone into your backpack to replace it with your lucky pencil and eraser. There, now you're completely ready for the math test.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jimin, watching you. When he catches your sight, he gives you a small smile paired with a discreet thumbs-up. Your heart flutters.

Gosh darn diddly dang.

Ever since that night you felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, you can't help but wonder if maybe, possibly, hopefully, you're not in a one-sided crush. It was pretty plausible Jimin had always been so caring because he liked you back—either that or he majorly friendzoned you.

The annoying school bell blares, throwing you out of your thoughts, and as if exactly on cue, your teacher stands up from his desk, taking graceful steps to the front of the class. He clears his throat to gain the attention of still-rowdy students. "I hope everybody's prepared," Jimin says as he shifts from the weight of stacked tests. "If you studied polar curves as I said, you'll be fine for the unit test."

A low murmur fills the class as your peers start to panic.

"What the fuck is a polar curve?"

"Shit, I don't even know what unit this is!"

"Definite integrals, you shithead."

"Well goddamn, I'm gonna fail again."

You cock your head. Yeah, definite integrals might be challenging at first, but they weren't hard—it just required a lot of practice. But something told you most of your classmates didn't even know how to spell 'practice.'

As Jimin passes the tests out, you hear students groan from their first glance of questions.

"No noise, no talking!" your friend reminds his students. "If you need extra scratch paper, pencils or erasers, they're up here in the front; you know the drill. Good luck to you all!"

But you can barely hear your teacher as you're already racing to finish up a problem on the exam. You've figured long ago that Jimin's test questions were always in order from hardest to easiest—which explains why most kids rarely finish. You, on the other hand, learned to immediately flip over your tests and work your way from the back to front.

You don't hear anything, nor do you see anything except for the all too familiar graphs and curves printed out on white paper. Your favorite pencil flies across the exam faster than your mile time, and soon, you're finished.

Wiping your sweaty and cramped hands on your jeans, you look up at the clock in the front of the classroom. You've finished at least twenty minutes early. You sigh softly. I don't feel like checking answers.

Almost instinctively, your eyes glance at your teacher's desk—it was starting to become a habit to look at him. But also, you wanted to see if he was grading the math tests from earlier periods. Except, he most clearly wasn't.

Why? Because he was looking at you. And your eyes meet. Electricity courses through your veins and you swear your heart stops beating for a few seconds. You can't hold the gaze as you quickly turn your head, releasing a breath you didn't know you had held.

Goddamn. Now, this is awkward.

Trying to shake off the awkwardness, you take a small breath and grip your pencil in your hands again. Maybe it's time to check answers.

Except—except, you can see out of the corner of your eye, your teacher still watching you. It wasn't a creepy stare though, no. It was like a handsome prince lovingly admiring his beautiful princess. Well, you were no beautiful princess, and though Jimin might be handsome, he was no prince. But still. His gaze made you feel... secure and even admired. Your heart flutters in your chest.

Why is he watching me?

You're too scared of the answer to even possibly ponder it.

So, sighing quietly, you use all your willpower to pretend like your teacher is not watching you as you cross your legs and tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You give your lucky pencil a nice squeeze. It's time to check answers.

"Did you know you frown when you concentrate?" Jimin asks as he does the dishes, diligently washing a bowl that had been previously filled with a healthy salad.

You sit on the kitchen counter, making some tea as you cock your head. From all that watching, he would know all of my stupid behaviors when it comes to test-taking. But you feign ignorance. "How would you know?"

"Well, not to sound weird but sometimes I watch my students take their tests," Jimin says as he dries his wet hands on a nearby towel, then sauntering over to sit next to you on the kitchen counter.

Your heart falls. So I'm not special. He watches everyone.

"No, not all of my students... I only ever watch you," your teacher admits as he scratches the back of his neck in what seems like slight embarrassment.

Your heart leaps in your chest. You don't know how to pirouette, twirl, turn, but your heart was surely doing it at the moment. Was this it? Was he confessing? Were you not in a one-sided crush?

"It's because I care for you," he starts awkwardly. "I mean, don't you tend to watch things you care for? Just to see if they're alright? I dunno..."

Ohohoho, you have no idea.

You nod enthusiastically. "Mhm, of course." Your lips stretch out into a large smile—you're unable to control it. You feel warmer than the cup of tea in your hands. "So you truly care for me?" you tease slightly, casually nudging Jimin.

He nudges you back, laughing. "Of course, Y/N, you're like a best friend to me."

Your eye twitches slightly, your smiles wavers and vanishes and you don't feel as warm anymore.

Well shit, you were friendzoned.

Smiling in accomplishment, you stretch back from your seat, mentally celebrating the finishing of your homework. Your blasted teachers had given you some extra weekend work, but jokes on them, you finished it all in—you glance at your watch—seven hours.

Wait a minute. Seven hours?! You do a double-take, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and polishing the glass of your watch. The delicate, silver hands still pointed all signs that it was indeed, 10 pm.

Well fuck. I've literally been at school seven more hours than I should've. I've been at school for practically 15 hours! That's more than half of the hours in a day—I spent approximately 63% of the whole day at school!!! And even worse, I mISSED DINNER!

You take deep breaths to calm yourself, immediately looking up to see—no surprise—Jimin working hard at his desk. His eyebrows were scrunched up cutely, and he was biting his pink lips in concentration. The sight of him instantaneously calms you down.

But then you notice Jimin looks frustrated, stressed even. You always admire him for taking care of his own problems, yet sometimes you wish he'd learn to burden others with his dilemmas.

Slowly and quietly, you creep up behind your teacher, looking over his shoulder. "Need any help, Mr. Park?" you whisper in his ear, a small, teasing smile plastered on your lips.

Jimin jumps slightly, turning around to look at you. His serious look is replaced with a reciprocated bright smile. He flutters his eyelashes and runs his fingers through his silky hair, refusing to break eye contact with you. "Oh c'mon no one's around," he says, chuckling. "Jimin will do."

"Yeah, no shit no one's around," you pout slightly, casually placing your chin on Jimin's shoulder. Ever since he majorly friendzoned you, you have to admit it was easier to have physical contact—though your heart beats wildly in your chest every time the two of you touch.

"Hmm..." your teacher hums, twirling his red correcting pen. "It'll take just a bit more... Is our little Y/N bored?" he asks as he reaches out to mockingly pat your head.

You groan dramatically.

"What time is it?" Jimin asks absentmindedly, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"10," you mutter lazily, wanting to doze off with your face up against Jimin's warm neck.

"WHAT?!" your teacher shouts, shifting suddenly to grasp your arms and bring your whole body in front of him. He even tugs you forward, closer to him. Your heart is already having its own mini explosions, not being able to comprehend such closeness from your ultimate crush.

"Why didn't you tell me it was this late, Y/N?" Jimin cries. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I made you wait so long! God, I lost track of time!"

You just shrug, although a bit surprised at his outburst. At this moment, you're just worried Jimin'll hear the aggressive thumping of your poor heart—it can't take this anymore. You're definitely not built for unrequited love. "It's all good," you say, trying to smile calmly. "It's no big deal, really."

Apparently, your stomach thinks otherwise as it lets loose a large growl, much to your horrification. "Oops," you whisper.

At that, Jimin runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. "Fuck, we've been here for seven hours, Y/N, it is a big deal!" He grabs both of your hands, taking you by surprise. "We skipped dinner! I swear to god, Jin will kill me if he found out!"

You giggle. It was slightly amusing to watch Jimin fret so much. "What if we don't tell him?" you whisper mischievously, leaning forward. You're trying so, so hard not to scream in the utter joy that your crush is literally holding your hands right now.

Nope, I'm not going to acknowledge that at all, you tell yourself dutifully.

Now you're waiting for Jimin to answer, to say something funny, or witty as usual. Yet, he doesn't. Instead, he's actually quite silent—it doesn't seem normal. You take a peek at his face to make sure he doesn't look sick or anything, or maybe it was just a dumb excuse you made up to check his ethereal features out.

That turned out to be a big mistake.

You peer into Jimin's eyes, only to catch them looking at your lips. His eyes flutter back up to yours, and now the two of you are staring at each other. Your eyes speak a language only the two of you can understand.

His eyes tell you to inch closer to him, to part your lips.

Your eyes tell him to tug you into his lap, an all too familiar action. He doesn't let go of your hands.

You can feel his breath, hear his breath.

Hell, you can hear his heart. And you're not mistaken—you swear on your own life that you hear the quickened pounding.

And still, you're staring right into his soft, but slightly hooded eyes—never breaking contact. You're so close. So, so close to him, the closest you've ever been.

He slowly, tantalizingly slowly leans in, almost to give you a chance to back out. Oh, hell no. You're staying.

His beautiful, breathtaking face is so close that your eyes are almost crossing to meet his. Then, he closes his eyes just as he closes the minuscule gap between the two of you.

Your lips meet.

You don't know how something can go by so quickly and slowly at the same time. Each movement of your connected mouths is so languid, so relaxed, yet quick, but victorious fireworks are exploding behind you.

Straddling Jimin, you feel his body heat, your bare legs chafing against the smooth material of his slacks. It's so close to heaven that it is.

He works his magic, lips pulling and parting at the precise moments, his tongue finding its way into your waiting mouth. You can barely function from the heat of the moment, but you realize that you are glad he doesn't taste like beer this time.

Jimin sweetly squeezes your hands that are encompassed in his, leaning back slightly for both of you to breathe. Immediately, your eyes are open, and they lock onto his. But as if in a time restraint, both of you hurriedly shut your eyes again and lean in to meet each other's lips once more.

It's euphoric, really.

And for the first time in your life, you get to feel what physical affection is like. This one's not a lustful, drunken kiss, it's so much more than that. You put your heart in this, and you hope Jimin did the same. It surely felt like it.

With one last, sweet and soft, lingering kiss, your teacher, crush and friend leisurely pulls away. You almost lean forward to follow his lips—you guess you miss them on yours that much.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Jimin's hooded ones.

Goddamn. You don't know how to feel, what to say, what to do, what to think. Your hands are still tightly enclosed in his.

"Oh..." you breathe out, hoping Jimin would say something for you, anything. But he doesn't. He remains silent. It's so not like him.

Regret starts to pour into your body, coursing through your veins. It feels like poison. You can feel yourself wilt, as you realize—it was still one-sided, Jimin had merely been caught up in the heat of the moment, again.

"Fuck," you whisper, mostly to yourself. "Fuck," you say louder, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Jimin loosens his grip on your hands, and you slide them away, the warmth all gone. You search for your teacher's face for anything, any sign that he was okay with what both of you had just done. But again, nothing.

"Oh my god. What have we done?" you mutter, looking down and away. You were yet to slide away from Jimin's lap, but you couldn't bear to move away from that sort of comforting warmth.

"Shit, Y/N," Jimin breathes. It's the first phrase he says after the... well, kiss. "I'm so sorry," he mutters, his hand fluttering around your face to cup your cheek, but you flinch away. Goddammit, Y/N, why?

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Y/N," Jimin whispers, he tugs his hand back to his chest. "It was a mistake! I didn't mean it. Oh god, don't tell Jin." He notices you're still on his lap and jumps up, making you fall down onto the cold, classroom floor—you're too shocked to react much. "God, I'm so sorry!" He tries to help you up, but you shake your head and stand up on your own.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry. It was a mistake," Jimin repeats. "It really was."

Your head is spinning, and you don't know what to say, or do, for that matter. "Then, a mistake it was," you finally manage to say, your voice a bit shaky. "Can we go now?"

I made out with him again. And he wasn't even drunk this time.

You repeatedly have that thought, over and over and over again. You can't seem to get the feeling, the sounds, the sight out of your head. You'd given your all into that little kiss, but Jimin deemed it was merely 'a mistake.'

That didn't hurt at all, nope, not at all.

You're quite good at lying to yourself. Because you know that hurt you a lot. God, I'm so humiliated. You just want to roll up in a small ball and throw yourself into a deep, dark corner. But you can't. Unfortunately, that shit is only figurative.

Sighing, you take a slight peek at Jimin in the driver's seat. His face is completely emotionless, which makes you worry.

We just ruined a perfectly good friendship, goddammit.

You're dropped off at your house; no words are exchanged between you and Jimin, you don't even turn back to give him a parting wave (like you usually do). Unlocking your front door, you quickly walk inside, slumping down to the floor immediately. With your back leaning heavily against the door, you bury your face in your hands.

Things had been going so well. Life had been going so well.

Now it seemed like you lost your best friend—who knows what more you might lose?

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#jimin #park jimin #jimin fanfiction #jimin imagine #bts #bts fanfiction #jimin fluff #jimin angst #teacher au #jimin fanfic #illegirl

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Relationships to note

Shuichi and Kaede’s friendship to me is basically if Kaede tried to make a move, Shuichi would offer to walk her back to the friendzone. (I don’t mind if people still decided to ship it. Just that I won’t ever write a drabble/Oneshot series for it) He has a nice soft friendship with her.

Shuichi and Kaito don’t have the best relationship. He zones out whenever Kaito talks about trust, teamwork and such. Shuichi does not believe in such things since he trusts few people and always has worked alone unless if you count those helper bots he carries around. Kaito seems to be firm on if he’s nice enough to Shuichi, it’ll get Shuichi to be nicer to him. Also sometimes eavesdrops in the open on Kaito’s conversations and probably gets yelled at that its wrong to spy like that. People deserve their private conversations.

Little does Kaito know that Shuichi is tracking everyone and has been listening to their conversations through his headphones.

Shuichi switches his feelings on Kiibo every second of the day. “I like Kiibo, small bots were my first friends after all.”

“A robot tried to kill me at the facility once though.”

“Kiibo is friendly.”

“Stop talking down to me as if I’m a child, screw you and your so called awesome robot functions.”

“Kiibo you are really cool.”

“Kiibo I have had enough of your stupid flashlight thing feature, my eyes hurt and I’m so done with you.”

“Okay I forgive you.”

“Nevermind you’d be a horrible caretaker robot! You almost threw me! Take in my light weight you dummy!”

“I’m calm now.”

Shuichi likes looking and learning about bugs with Gonta. Every time Shuichi tried to show Kokichi, he was freaking out of there.

“What the heck is his problem. The bug can’t hurt him.”

In non killing game AU, Rantaro is big brother Taro to Shuichi. That’s all much I can say but I’m already close to crying at the thought.

Are we finally at Kokichi. Shuichi has great interest in this man because in his spare time, while he does have other hobbies, he studies criminal organizations for some reason...I mean because he’s very interested in them. (He would rather die for real than admitting he has files on organizations) So hearing the fact that he doesn’t know what Kokichi’s organization is has made it a personal challenge. You got his attention the second ‘Supreme Leader’ left your mouth. He will stop at nothing until he gets the info he wants. This is a puzzle he wouldn’t mind taking a lifetime to piece together. Shuichi never does anything the easy way, only the hard way will do.

#Short Shuichi AU #Snooper Shuichi #dvr3

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Back to You | 03

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! I took a much needed break from writing when my dog died so I’m sorry for the lack of updates until now, but I might release another chapter later if I can get enough brain juice working to squeeze more out, hope you guys like this one, just a bit of a filler chapter to lead me to what I have planned upcoming (If you know what I mean, or if you have any predictions on what I could mean, message or ask or comment them and I’ll answer them.) If you have any questions about the fic or the characters in the fic, feel free to ask me as well. GREAT TO BE BACK GUYS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!

Word count: 2,562

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3

“For our next guest, why don't we all watch this clip from her latest movie?" Ellen gestured for the video to play as the audience cheers while your performance for Rewrite the Stars plays on the screen behind her.

Once the video ends, the screams get louder. You walk out, waving happily at the audience and finding your seat on the guest chair.

"So, Y/N. It's been months since the Greatest Showman premiered and it's still up there in the Billboard top 100, I heard you wrote some of the songs?"

You shook your head, smiling so hard that you were squinting, "No! No! I just helped!"

"Pish posh, everyone here has watched Ben Hardy's interview here." Ellen waves you off as the crowd goes wild, "He told us your wrote some lyrics."

You wait for the audience to die down, "I will kill him." You laugh, "I'm kidding, he was just being a good friend."

Ellen sends a look at the camera, "Y/N is still friendzoning Ben!" She laughs as she points to you and the audience laughs, she turns to you, "I have seen compilations of Ben Hardy in interviews saying you’re his crush and yet here you are still friendzoning him, is nobody good enough?"

The smile on your face slightly falters, but it's something Ellen and the audience notices because suddenly it's quiet, "Well, I just don't think I'm ready. Ben's cute and all but not the type of person I think I'm looking for right now." You smile sady at Ellen. Ben and Tom were very boyish and charming, sharing similarities in their personalities that sometimes, you could see Tom in Ben sometimes, “I mean, Tom was a great guy.” You bite back the tears and swallow the words that seemed stuck in your throat, “and no offense to anybody but following that, I just need more time to find someone that can be as great as Tom was or even better, because we have to treasure how we’re being treated before anything else.”

Ellen gives you an understanding smile as the audience cheers, patting your knee, "Well, how's it been? We haven't seen you since your press tour, and even then you didn't come here alone since you were with the cast."

You shrugged, "I just think I needed some time to reflect and get a feel of what I want, wrote some songs, you know, I let inspiration flow through me."

"And speaking of songs." A picture of texts between you and Ellen pop up on the screen, "It says there, you promise you'd give me an update on that upcoming album, and I told you I'd tell you when I want to hear it." The crowd goes crazy, "And I want to hear it now."

You give the audience a sheepish smile, “I mean…is that what you guys really want?” You gesture towards the audience before they’re screaming and applauding in their seats.

Ellen gives them a “well what do you know” look and turns to you, “I think they said yes.” she laughs, “You haven’t released an album in years, there were the occasional singles or collaborations, but no live performances or music videos either.”

You rub your arm, the last time you went on tour was the one Tom visited and that was one of the hardest tours you had to finish, you just had so much anxiety and panic in you head that would lead to cancellations and that would just end up making you feel bad so Tom came up with the idea to not do anything that made you uncomfortable for the meantime or a few months, but those few months ended up getting longer until they reached to this point, and it wasn’t like Tom never encouraged you to get out there and write music, or act in the occasional project or two, but it was just something you felt you couldn’t physically do. In you eyes, Tom was social enough for the both of you.

“Well,” You clasp your hands together, “I’ve been hard at work in the studio, and I’m proud to announce that I’ll be releasing an album, but not just one.” The audience gasps before applauding once more, “I’ve written so many songs that I had enough to make two albums out of them so I’ll be releasing them when I feel I’ve written everything in my heart and I am honestly so excited for everyone to hear what I’ve been working on not just the past few months but also the past few years.”

“Alright, well we’ve got time for one more game here, since it wouldn’t be a Y/N guesting if we didn’t play at least one game with you here, so in commemoration of your singlehood, I’ve set up the Who’d You Rather.”

You gape at Ellen, “Who’d you rather what, Ellen?!” The audience laughs.

She shrugs, “I’ll make a follow up game for you, ‘What would you rather’ and we’ll play it here on your next visit.” She gives you a cheeky smile before turning to face the screen behind the two of you.

The screen flashes to two pictures, one on the left side and one on the right side.

“Oh wow, you’ve got pictures.” You tilt your head at the choices, it was between Nicholas Hoult and Liam Hemsworth, “Well, Liam’s with Miley, and she’d kill me if I picked her hubby, and Nicholas Hoult has been in so many great movies, I mean have you seen him in Mad Max?!”

Ellen laughs, “I love how you’re treating this so seriously.”

You give her a confused look, “Was I not supposed to?” You gape at her as she waves her hand in the air.

“No no! Keep going just keep doing you!” She laughs.

You laugh, snorting slightly and turning to the audience, “What if they’re all just lined up backstage waiting for who I pick.” They laugh with you.

You shut your eyes, “Alright, I pick Nicholas Hoult! He’s older than me though.” You point out, then the picture of Liam changes to Ansel Elgort, “I have listened to his EDM soundtracks!” You jump in your seat excitedly.

Ellen shoots the audience a look, “Ansel it is, then.” They laugh.

The picture of Nicholas turns to Dylan O’Brien, “Okay, this is unfair, I’m pretty sure you had a list of things I liked and just found people in them, I mean!” You gesture towards the screen, “That’s Stiles!” The crowd cheers loudly, “You can’t ask me to pick between Stiles and Augustus Waters, are you kidding me? But, yeah, Stiles please.”

Ellen bursts out laughing, “Alright, Dylan, who’s next?”

Nick Robinson replaces the picture of Ansel, “Oh, alright, Love, Simon? Yes please, Nick Robinson please.”

Ellen gapes at you, “You need to pick a lane.”

You gasp, “I thought I was just playing a game?!” The audience laughs, and suddenly the picture of Dylan o’Brien is replaced by a picture of Tom Holland and suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room.

You make a ‘no big deal’ face at the screen, “Well, that’s unfair, that’s the love of my life, I choose Tom!” Suddenly the tension s no more and everyone is cheering for their favorite couple and you’re smiling out at the crowd but you feel your heart breaking into pieces.

“Alright, next is Ben Hardy!” The crowd laughs as you roll your eyes, “Obviously, Tom.” The crowd gets louder.

Then it’s between Nat Wolff and Tom, “Oh, I starred in that movie with him a few years back! Nat if such a sweetheart! But Death Note was terrible, I told him not to do it.” You shake your head at him, “Tom.”

Nat’s picture transitions to Logan Lerman, “Oh my god, I had such a big crush on him! We went out once when I was like 15 or 14 and I hadn’t met Tom yet and I remember he was such a gentleman but he was nervous about getting caught out on a date with me because we were both just starting out and you know how fans can be.” You sigh at the fond memory, “Tom.” The audience aws at the fact that you still picked Tom.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar face pops up as you stare at the picture in confusion and unfamiliarity.

“That’s Timothee Chalamet.” Ellen points out, “Isn’t he pretty?” Ellen gives a wink to the audience, as they laugh already expecting you to choose Tom over this celebrity you didn’t even know.

You hum, “There's something about him.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I mean yeah, he’s beautiful but look at his eyes, I mean, wow.” You look at the screen, “I pick Timothee.”

Ellen’s eyes widen, as the audience gasps in surprise and Tom’s picture is replaced by Michael B. Jordan, “Oh wow, Killmonger and Creed.” The audience laughs.

“I think I’ll stay with Timothee.” Michael B. Jordan gets replaced by Cameron Monaghan, “He was absolutely wonderful as the Joker, have you seen him in Gotham?”

Ellen nods, “I thought they would for sure cast him in the movies, it’s so crazy how good he is!”

“I’ll pick Timothee.” You give Ellen a tight lipped smile as an applause starts to build up in the audience.

“Alright, this next one has really nice eyes as well.” The picture turns into that model you’ve seen now and again, with that peculiar name, Lucky Blue Smith.

You give an intake of breath, “I don’t know Ellen, I still pick Timothee.”

The picture then turns into Thomas Brodie-Sangster, “Oh! He is such a sweetheart! I met him at the premier to my movie, he is so sweet!” You give Ellen a sheepish smile, “But I’m gonna have to say Timothee.”

“Alright, final round.” Ellen announces, “We’ll bring him back just to make sure. Tom or Timothee?”

You bit your lip, looking hard at the screen, “It’s a tough choice Ellen, but there’s something about Timothee, so I’ll just pick him again.”

“Wow! You ended up with Timothee!” Ellen stand up to hug you, “Come on out, Timothee!”

Suddenly your eyes get big, waiting for a boy to walk from backstage, “Just kidding!”

You let out a sigh of relief, and laugh, “What if all of them were just backstage? That would be hilarious, I would have no idea what to do.” You shake your head as the audience laughs, “It’s so crazy how awkwardly clumsy and uncoordinated I am around boys.”

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You were in the backseat, your manager on the other side of you, typing away on her phone as you stared out the window at the fans lined up outside the studio, "Want to say hi to them?" She suggests.

You shake your head, your chest feeling heavy and your breathing slowing like you were hyperventilating through a plastic bag, "What if one of them pulls me out through the window? Or worse what if they throw things at me?"

She scoffs, "Well, they're fans, they won't hurt you."

You shrug, taking a hard swallow, "What if all of them aren't though?"

Your manager sighs and turns to you, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, “About what?”

“The big guys in Def Jam want you to do a tour sometime this year or next year.”

You scoff, “No.” You shook your head, “No way.”

“Y/N, they’ve been patient with you. The only reason they’re even willing to keep you on as an artist was because I sent them those songs you gave me to sell to other artists-”

“And we made a lot of money from that!” You groan in exasperation, “Taylor Swift bought majority, and the rest were distributed to other artists, you still hear them on the radio! I made the record label money, and I didn’t even perform, they got a lot of the sales.” you point out.

She sighs, “Look, Y/N, you can make as many songs as you want and sell them to other people, but at the end of the day it’s still not gonna make you as much money as when YOU’RE the one who’s singing them, I think we should look into some professional help for this problem you’ve got going on, maybe see a therapist or look into some medication from a medical professional’s point of view-”

“I didn’t need them before.” You point out.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Yeah, well 5 years ago, I could still run a marathon, but I can’t exactly do that anymore.”

“Whatever this is, I’ll get over it, if I didn’t need a therapist before, then I don’t need one now-”

“You had Tom back then.”

Well that shut you up.

“Now you don’t, and you’ve gotten lazy.” She clenches her jaw, “You did one movie, and after that, what then? You’re back to locking yourself in your room. You have to keep moving, Y/N, keep adapting to stay in the spotlight, through this break up, the cameras and lights were all on you and all you did was lock yourself in your room and drink wine out of a bottle. So I don’t care if you’re making money, not when you’re doing it half-assed-”

“Am I not allowed to be hurt?” You snap, the tears already welled up in your eyes, “Am I not allowed to grieve this relationship that I’ve been in for the past 3 years and have put my whole heart and emotions into? I lost this whole other half of me and now I just feel so empty that sometimes I feel like I can’t function normally and at the end of the day, it’s still him I think about. For three years, all I ever knew was him and I and now that I’m all alone, I don’t even know what to do without him and this whole time it’s been like I was lifted off the ground and now I’m just falling into the earth and all this time I’ve just been waiting for the crash.”

She blinks at you sobbing in your seat as your emotions eat you up, she says nothing but instead embraces you.

“We all lose ourselves, Y/N. Let us help you find yourself.” She rubs your back, “It might be uncomfortable in the beginning, but it will be all worth it in the end.”

You pull away, fixing your clothes, “One step at a time.”

“And speaking of one step at a time.” She hands over her phone, an email opened up to an image of a script.”

“Celia”

Screenplay by

James Ivory

Sequel to the film “Call Me by Your Name” by

Luca Guadagnino

“They’re asking if you’ve read the script.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where the script was. It was stacked together with the other scripts you left unread for the past year, still in your old room. The one you shared with Tom, The same house that Tom lived in now.

You sigh, “I haven’t, but I know where it is.”

“And?”

“It’s in London.”

This gets her attention. “Should we call Troye to get it ready by the time we get back to London?”

“It’s not exactly with Troye at the moment.”

Her eyes widen in realization, “Oh.”

#tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #back to you #selena gomez #spidxysense #i'm back

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